I attended a local Democratic meeting this evening. I wanted to not care about a single thing. I wanted to again congratulate myself on sitting it all out and exploring new places and spaces.

But then I realized I am of no value to anyone if I am a bitter queen. Don’t get me wrong, I’m human and sometimes I do turn into a bitter queen. However, I am a fan of me being in control as opposed to allowing the situation to control me.

It was so nice to hear from people and see them, and feel some semblance of positive energy. I’m glad to know that I can leave at any time, that I’m not the person at the front of the room. I feel so much happier. It’s reminiscent of an old 26th Democrats meetings with people I grew up with, and people who were truly amazing Democrats. We gathered together in Port Orchard at the old Givens Elementary School. We had our differences, some of us were far more full of it than others, but we all came together and made it happen.

That previous gig was a fun ride at times. At other times, I felt like my heart was crushed, and I just did not want to be there anymore. My spirit felt so broken. I often referred to that whole thing as being on a merry go round in a playground. Someone comes by and makes it spin fast, to the point of feeling sick, but you hold on the best you can. Would I do it again? Hell yes.

If I have learned anything in this lifetime, it’s that shit happens. And when the shit shows up, you can either stay in it, or you can rise up and say “oh hell no not today Satan!”.

And no no, not today Satan. Come back another time. I got things to do.