Hopes and Dreams for 2018

Cry in public, as needed.
Write blog posts: about what’s happening in my life, and what’s happening in my community.
Befriend my own anger.
Turn more to sadness instead of anger in relation to a person I love who loves me.
Turn more to anger instead of civility in relation to person who intends harm.
Spend time each day cultivating awareness of my own healing processes.
Learn to feel loved while saying no and setting boundaries.
Learn to feel loved while saying yes and accepting help.
Struggle. Fight. Love. Care. Connect. Defend our communities and build the much much much better world we all deserve to live in.
Set goals, navigate priorities, and select strategies.
Keep my apartment clean enough that I invite friends over for tea.
Accept that the stakes are high and morale is low and this Year will continue to ask more from us than we maybe knew we had in us and that means we need to nurture vulnerability and honesty and care and attention and belonging in ways that many of us, myself included, never knew we had in us either.

Here I am. I am alive and loved and still in the struggle. Thank you for being it with me.