Gotta Keep Resisting, Tryna Be Happy Too
It feels weird to share happy life events when every day people are killed all over the world because of their ethnicity, beliefs, race, or refugee status.
It feels weird to enjoy life’s moments when life is so difficult for people I love very much. Folks are breaking up, dying of cancer, and experiencing myriad failures left and right.
Being a millennial, I’m well-versed in self care. So I know on an almost molecular level how important it is to celebrate the happy in life and the small victories, and to take time for just me, burning world be damned.
But that shit feels tone deaf and selfish when the racist, anti-Semitic, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, ageist, and ableist oppressors grow more bold each day, you know?
So today, I remember how fun my family’s family reunion was last month, and remember how fun my mother’s 60 1/2 birthday was last month. And I’m excited about finally pulling the trigger on applying for grad school. And I’m really excited to be traveling overseas for my birthday this year.
But also, I’m saying her name. Heather Heyer.
I’m also redoubling my resistance efforts. And I’m making sure I show love to those I love while I have them and they have me.
I’ve got a ton of other thoughts, but I’m still working them out. So I’ll stop here.