4am on The Fifth of May

I don't know what I've been waiting for.

I think I used to wait till I felt like I had something to say to write.

It's been about 2 weeks since my last post, which was actually my first post in Minneapolis.

Ever since then my life's been an anxiety-ridden rollercoaster that I've begged to get off but I know there's no exit.

I learned a lot while I was away, mostly about myself and my boundaries (lack thereof).

Currently I am finding a job and figuring out what I'd like to be doing to not only pass the time but contribute to the continued movement towards a better/more equitable reality.

It gets to be suffocating sometimes. To be absorbing all the info that comes in at the rate that it does. Just scrolling on IG after waking up, I learned of the murder of yet another child, Mikayla Miller - Colombia, not to mention India currently, as well as learning about a decades old fight of and for Sikhs. There is no time, there is no "safe" space because that is an illusion. Ignorance truly is bliss, and the majority of those who can afford to - will.

Right now I am working on taking it day by day, and dividing large projects into manageable tasks. (Thanks Rachel.)

Right now my brain is tired and my heart is tired and I am tired. I will take a nap and then continue.

I'll be back.