- Write a poem for/to Yaya
- Begin regular running program
- Continue to grow in regular yoga practice
- Clean bedroom/house
- Donate more clothes/items I do not need (ex: softball bag)
- Start doing better meal prep and regular meal cooking
To be continued…
To be continued…
It’s officially a spring day, not one of those fake warm-today-back-to-freezing-tomorrow days. The sun has been warming us up since we woke up this morning, making our bare skin and the dogs’ backs nice and hot. The sky is a beautiful, deep blue – a palm that holds endless possibilities for the day. The woods are filled with light and cover rolling hills and small ponds. The breeze is gentle and plays with my hair.
I am so grateful for this day and this life. Spent with my favorite person in the world, his dogs, and his wonderful family at their wonderful home in the woods.
Most importantly, today is the 50th anniversary of Bloody Sunday in Selma, Alabama and it is also International Women’s Day. Both of these are of equal importance.
– 50 years ago today, African Americans and their allies planned to march to Montgomery to achieve voting rights for blacks. Just as they crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge*, they were met with riot shields and billy clubs. Many were beaten and the march was not accomplished until March 21, two full weeks after Bloody Sunday, and the third attempt at doing so. Now, 50 years later, blacks are still fighting for equality and justice in America. Their fight has never ended. The Civil Rights Movement continues. I am in solidarity with black Americans. I will help to fight. I will help to end racism here in America. Will you?
– Women are still inferior everywhere in the world today, no matter the color of their skin. We are catcalled, harassed, raped, beaten, kidnapped, murdered, and more everywhere in the world, simply because we are women. This is not okay. Ever. At any time. We demand justice, equality, and respect. This includes trans women and women of color. Feminism is for everybody.
* Did you know the Edmund Pettus Bridge is still named after a KKK member?? Go here and sign the petition to get it changed!
In other, less important news:
I can’t wait for the day that I get to have my own cute little place with my best friend and love of my life, and get to fall asleep next to him every night, and wake up next to him every morning, and cook in the kitchen with him whenever we want, and only say “see you tonight” when we leave for work in the morning and not “see you next weekend”.
I am over college, and Mt. Pleasant, and cheap college apartments shared with roommates. I have done my time, and I have enjoyed my time.
But damn, I cannot wait to be gone in just two and a half months.
Like, G-d forbid I’m ready to be done with school after 17 years of it.
Overall my good definitely outweighs my bad. I am not miserable, I am content. I am very tired, yes, but I am not sad unless they make me sad. I am not sitting here with my eyes only on the future, I am still getting involved in things here with what little time I have left. So how dare they. How dare they pass judgment on me, how dare they shove advice at me that I did not ask for and do not want.
In other words, It’s not me,
I missed Nick a lot today.
My period also made me miserable today.
I’m sick of other people giving me advice when (a) I didn’t ask for it, (b) they have no idea what they’re even talking about, and (c) it’s none of their business how I live my life.
I forgot I had two boxes of brownies. So I made one.
I’ll probably make the other one tomorrow. And some banana bread.
Maybe give some to people. I’m feeling generous.
I’m taking half a personal day tomorrow. Skipping my first two classes, going to my third and fourth (ew I forgot about the fourth) and to work and my fifth.
Ugh I guess that’s more like a third of a personal day.
Is the semester over yet?