it's not always pretty.

musing on faith, being angry with God, and wanting to live

i don’t have it in me to be super hard on other people anymore because everyone is scared, and everyone is responding to their fear differently. even if they’re not scared, i am, and i’m not ashamed of that.

this shit is very scary because every day is so unpredictable and has been for the last three years at least. longer if you’re living at many intersections and margins in the current societal system.

i’ve been making more space for the nuance that i can be afraid and hopeful. unsure of what i’m doing and still trusting of my path. i can’t change much about this world on my own. i can just do what i can. i can’t change other people, but i can use the information embedded in their behavior to shape my own movements forward. knowing more, doing differently.