I have said this before but...the older I get the more I understand how little I truly know. I have always felt important, like I am here for a reason. For a long time, I misunderstood my feeling of importance. I said I felt important but I think what I meant to say was: I believe I can be helpful. When I remove my ego, I realize how important I am not, and with that, I am able to see the importance of what I do.
It is not me that is important. To live authentically—that is important. To stand up against injustice and bigotry; to call out fascism, colonialism, imperialism, and hate. That is utterly important. To attempt to understand. To be kind, compassionate, and useful. To share knowledge and stories but not speak for others. To teach and to be taught. To listen. To be a student. To question. To be open. To be curious. To explore. To share. To connect. To elevate. To rise. To fight. To resist.
let the light in
My life is a journey towards understanding. What I have come to learn is that while we must support, appreciate, and love ourselves we truly need each other. It is possible to build community around our own carefully curated set of standards. Those who know and understand us deeply will support and love us through it all— and if we’re very lucky, we are granted the opportunity to do the same. For community care is the greatest gift.
The more authentic I am in my own lifestyle, outlook, and choices, the more the universe bestows me, often delivered through the kindness of others. I have become a magnet for positive energy and outcomes, I can only assume it has something to do with the simple act of trying. I have failed many times at many things and what I have learned is that I am often bad at things before I am good at them. My ego hates being bad, but my curiosity is more resilient. There is so much that I want to do. So many stories to tell, lessons to learn, and ideas to share. Practicing authentic vulnerability encourages healing; Two of the most impactful things we can do for ourselves, and in turn our communities. Healing is not a linear process, but it becomes addicting when the practice becomes instinct.
I am listening. I am practicing. I am wandering, exploring. I am digesting. I am seeking. I am digesting. I am learning. I am searching. I am healing. I am.
I am a storyteller, actor, amateur historian, photographer, writer, designer and activist
an actually autistic adhd pro intersectional feminist killjoy comrade practicing anti-racism and decolonizing the self.