We Keep Showing Up.

Do you ever just marvel at how resilient we all are?

I mean, so much is going on in the U.S. and the rest of the world. Especially if you're a person of color, this past week — hell, this past year — has been a lot to handle emotionally and mentally. I know it has been for me.

Anger and sadness and resentment and guilt and complexity have all been flowing in and out of me for so long. Like the ocean's tide in changing weather — sometimes soft and gentle, other times big and overwhelming, more of a lion's roar than soothing white noise. I keep trying to be more consistent on here, but sometimes I just have so much to say, I can't seem to get anything out.

Paradoxical, I know. But maybe you can relate.

I know that others have felt this, too. From fear of illness to financial hardships to social issues to interpersonal conflicts to unanswered questions and the continued destruction of our planet. We're all going through it.

And yet... we still choose to wake up and get through the day. Somehow, we keep doing it. Keep joking, keep loving, keep crying, keep helping.

We keep showing up. For our families. For our friends. For ourselves.

There's something about the human spirit that keeps us here, on this plane of existence, still breathing through the matrices of hardships that color each of our lives.

If we can't see beauty in anything else, let us at least see beauty in that.

Just wanted to pop on here and give some thoughts on a quiet Friday night. Keep breathing, friends.

-D.