Tbh, many, many times…I forget this.
As a Black person, not dwelling on the harm done to Black people…relentlessly…the headlines and the hashtags…is hard.
So there are moments where I have to intentionally remind myself of the other parts of life and this journey that fill me with such love & hope, gratitude & joy…& that space, even if for a little while, sustains me.
Reclaiming my time and my rest.
Reclaiming my joy
Reclaiming my tenderness
that good/beautiful shit, is also my birthright.