Keeping On

Ooh. Hoo, boy. This… this has been a week.

I keep saying, on all my public-facing socials, that I’m not going to talk about it, and I’m not. And it’s not because I don’t care or because it doesn’t affect me, but because, as Kafka said, “if I open my mouth, I may never stop screaming.“

I am a queer, non-binary person in possession of a uterus. I am neurodivergent, work in education, have an autistic child, and a visibly transgender partner. Rest assured (for this and countless other, less self-involved reasons), I feel it.

But I can do nothing about the big picture.

So I will focus on the details.

I will hold space for others and for myself. I will fight on the local level. I will find and serve community. I will donate and volunteer.

I will make art.

I will keep going.

I hope you all will, too.