I’m glad to have a job with classes to teach and birthday parties to run that keeps me distracted from everything else that’s going on right now.
Today made me very proud to live in Seattle. Even though I couldn’t be out there marching I’m so grateful for how this city–this country–showed up.
I went down to the folks’ house today to have a big family dinner with my parents, grandpa, aunt, sister, brother-in-law, and new nephew. It was lovely to have everyone sit around one big table and talk about life.
Being able to drive down to visit the family was a blessing unto itself. The transmission went out on my car awhile ago, so my father has been very graciously letting me borrow his. Reliable transportation is amazing.
“For the first time in a long time, you’re not who my muse is.”
Today I saw an ivy plant growing up a fence post. It didn’t seem to be hanging on to anything, just pressing hard and reaching. I feel a lot like that lately. Suspended in air, but somehow still moving forward, up. I’m glad to know other things are doing it successfully.
I took myself out dancing last night. Came home at 12 AM all sweaty and smiling. I haven’t gone out dancing at a bar since I was like 19 probably. Sure, I’ve been to shows and what not, but not a dance floor and a DJ type thing. It was a blast. I am so grateful to my friend who told me about the event in the first place and all the people I asked to give me pep talks about going out alone.
Coffee. I needed a lot of coffee today. And there was plenty of it.