Hello again, it's been a minute

 Hey y'all - 

New year, just started another round of getyourwordsout , thought I'd check in here. 

Since the last time I posted, I have:

Gotten married

Moved to a new apartment

Got a new kitten

Taught a 12 week runes course
 

This summer and fall was entirely too much for me. It got to the point where it was difficult to keep track of things here. And I also loved working in a paper journal so much, that I didn't feel the need to post as much here. I will probably always be nostalgic for journaling communities like this though. It feels like a simultaneously really good way to archive stuff, as well as a great way to be social. It feels like the system of journaling on here is much more "real" than other social media places, and it also feels like there are varying levels of safety (aka friends-locked vs. not). 

Maybe I just always come back here when I think of The Good Old Days. 

Yesterday was the day that the Qanon MAGA right-wingers stormed the Capitol. I'm scared. I wish that someone would actually arrest Trump. 

I'm trying to figure out what to do about it all. There's not much I can do. I feel like my capacity is so low because of the pandemic. I want to participate in Heathens Against Hate and try to interrupt the prison-to-heathen-white-supremacist pipeline. But I have so much other work I need to do. I'm writing a book queering heathenry right now. I'm teaching a new roster of very excited students starting on Sunday. I know that my queer af existence in heathenry is important, and yet I want to do more. 

Realizing that i don't need to live a grand life to do good in this world is important. I can make small changes every day. I can support mutual aid funds. I can run supplies. I can make dinners. I don't need - and don't want - to be a hero.

These thoughts are very disjointed. It's only 10 but I should go to bed, try to get some rest. Heal, even in some small way. I pray my dreams help me understand things better in the morning.