Work

My work is endlessly blessed. 20 years in food service. At my spot for 4 years. I just love bragging about these things. I'm proud of myself. One shift, I couldn't stop crying at my tables. I was taking their order but tears were just pouring out of my eyes. My boss told me to clock out and go home, luckily the lunch-rush was over. I stood in the parking lot waiting for my dad to pick me up because I crashed my car into a sign that week and it was getting repaired. I cried and cried. I still work there. I still love it. I still stand up for what's right as I always have and no one can stop me. ✨

War

There's war. You should be sad. That's how I justify my own sadness. I'm sad for the world, a bleeding heart. More women should be in more powerful positions. I don't know how it's 2026 and there's still war, famine, poverty. It's sad. There's little to nothing I can do about the wars overseas. I'm usually good at accepting things I can't change.