The Biden Administration has tried to portray themselves as mature, professional, and competent experts. They promised to end the virus, cure cancer, and implement a huge sweeping array of progressive changes in exchange for the votes of the American people.
But 14 months in, what do we have? I’m paying nearly five dollars a gallon for gas. I’m paying over double what I had a year ago in food. I’ve had to take on more hours at my spare job and up my responsibilities in order to ask for a pay raise. I’ve taken on more credit card debt to afford the things that I wanted to do like visit my family in Texas. I’ve modified my behaviors, reduced my driving where I could, started cooking more at home and am avoiding more costly protein options. I’m trying to cut costs by going out less, staying local when I do want to go out. I barely go to the movies, to restaurants.
I’m looking for a smaller place to move into with my fiancé and am nearly being forced to stay in the overpriced quasi-communist lands of California, or to take a significant pay cut in order to pay about 25% less. This summer is going to suck because I am going to be stressing over how much I have to run the air conditioner.
And that’s only the economic stuff. I write on this blog because I don’t wish to fight on social media lest I get banned for wrong-think. I wonder how much more the war in Ukraine will escalate, and whether it will ultimately spread beyond the borders and turn into a full world war. I wonder when China will try to invade Taiwan, or when Iran will turn the saber rattling into an attack on Israel via some proxy of theirs.
I’m pessimistic on the future of this country, my ability to ever afford a house, the sovereignty of this country and the people. I worry that my views will become illegal, and that I will be branded a criminal or a terrorist or some other version of outsider. And I worry about bringing up a family in these desperate times.
I just need to remember to trust God in these moments. I can only control that which I can control, and have the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
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