UPDATE

Oh hey, old friends. I’m sorry I haven’t been writing. Well, I have been writing, just for someone besides myself. In an effort to pursue writing goals I fell into a job, which led to another job, which led to another job– and all of a sudden I realized I was somewhere that I didn’t want to be.

I was sitting there in my pajamas, three kids circling my desk like hungry sharks when a notice from my editor popped on to the screen. It said, “Please remove all political content from this piece.”

To be fair to the editor, I was writing for an entertainment news site. Their specialty has nothing to do with children being ripped from their families at the border, the policies of the Trump administration, and the horrible, eery connections that our “tent” camps have with Nazi concentration camps. (Which is a whole different post that I will sit down and write. Maybe tomorrow.)

But the politics of the situation played directly into the piece– and I realized that I don’t want to be writing about celebrity babies and who wore it best at the Grammy’s.

I want to write about things that matter to me.

So I quit.

I don’t know what I’m going to do next. There are not a lot of jobs out there writing for political pundits that will pay a mother of three to work from home. (But hey- if you know of any, pass them along.)

What I do know is this– life is short. There are things happening in our country right now that are causing my butthole to tighten in ways that make me very uncomfortable. I am brought to tears at our current policies and I am done sitting in my office debating about whether or not Khloe Kardashian should leave Tristan Thompson. (She should.)

I am going to go play with my kids and enjoy some of this summer sunshine. And ponder what I am going to do with my life.

I for one, am lucky enough to have the opportunity to do so.