It’s Pre-Friday 😀
That means it’s time to plan for the weekend, right? Or take part in one of my favorites, Thankful Thursdays.
I am so thankful for so much in my life. Couldn’t possibly be more eloquently worded, could it?
But in all seriousness, guys. Everything from my job, to my dog, to my house, to knowing people who can cut hair and help me live out my crazy hair ideas, to having a car that can take me into the woods or to be used as a portable tent.
Speaking of hair, take a peek. I cut it off, then dyed it brown with blonde highlights (closer to my natural color than red!)
Life is good guys. It’s always good, even when it’s bad.
(remind me to read this in two weeks when I’m in over my head with school and work and general adulting)
This past month has been full of beautiful adventures to the coast, of exploration in beliefs, of simply being human. And I fucking love it.
But as I sit here writing this silly blog post about how stupidly happy I am to be human, I realize I live in a country with some disgusting things happening. It’s difficult to be happy when I know so much of my contentedness comes purely from being born white in a nice area. But that’s also just the circumstances I have been presented with, and I honestly don’t know how to help end the division. Any suggestions?
I am torn between finishing this post because it makes my soul happy to share my joy, and signing off now because why should I deserve to be happy when there are people fighting for their basic human rights?
I honestly did not intend on going this direction when I sat down and wrote the title to this post. I knew I wanted it to go up on Thursday, and I knew I wanted to share something about how great summer has been (even though I no longer have the close friendships I grew to love last semester). But man. I am so deeply sorry for the way this country is acting, for the leader we have “chosen,” who is making us the butt of jokes all around the world.
Earlier this year I went to the tail end of the Women’s March in California’s capitol, not really knowing what it meant to be there.
I don’t like making promises I don’t know I can keep. But I will promise to try.
Most of my life I have lived in the category of “it’s not real” and “what’s the point of trying, the system is corrupt either way.”
I won’t claim to make any difference or try to change the world or even my country. I simply promise that I will educate myself. I promise to look into the problems and call out those who speak and act from a place of fear and hatred. I promise to never again say it doesn’t matter. Because I have never known anything other than privilege.
I have never been looked down upon, I have never been denied anything because of my skin color or ethnic background. And it will likely never happen to me. But I will no longer deny that it does happen. And I will do what I can (although I don’t know what that is) to keep it from happening around me.
As this fall semester begins, I am thankful for the opportunity to attend university. The opportunity to attend it for free. I promise to work my ass off and do my best because there are some who never get this chance, so I have no right to waste it.
I am thankful for those of you who take the time to read into bits and pieces of my life. Who allow me to share my thoughts and opinions, to grow and change for the better. I am thankful for this platform.
I don’t know if this is the right way to think of it, but I am happy to go through my “struggles” because they are so simple compared to those of many others. I hope to be there for any and all who need support or encouragement or a voice or someone to say no.
We are one people. Not countries or races. We are all one. Our skin may look different, our cultures may hold different stories. But those things make us beautiful, not scary or challenging. Each unique story adds to the beauty of humanity. No one is truly better than his neighbor, we are all the same.
I love you guys. Spread love this week, however you see fit. Don’t let hate win.