Hello from Taos, NM, where I've escaped the uptick of Corona cases, boiling temperatures, and the same four walls I've been staring at for over 100 days in Austin. I've been spending time in nature, with my family, and as I've been telling my friends back home, "crying somewhere else."
I'm positive I'm not the only one who's had a rough few months. The whole world seems to be in one phase of collective grief or another. The past 30 days for me have been the most difficult I can remember. It kicked off with the realization that I may never have the same career again. I made a giant financial goal happen last year, and found this exciting news out on the same day I had to file for unemployment (which I have yet to recieve). Then my best friend in the entire universe, my sweet dog Penny Kinney, died in my arms at the vet after a sudden deterioration in her respiratory condition. Next was the collective realization that we've been living under an incredibly racist system here in America that we can no longer ignore. To top it all off, I managed to bravely put my long held-in feelings out there & got my heart broken, removing the last little shred of brightness I had been clinging to throughout this overwhelming month.
I have gone back and forth in sharing this, but have determined that these are simply the facts of my life right now, and since I finally have the energy to put my thoughts into writing, I felt called to share in the hopes that some of y'all might feel less lonely in your own grief. Plus, I know that when I experience something firsthand, and can speak on it through style, I can be of service to my community, which is more healing than any amount of scream-crying into the empty New Mexican woods.
So, here's to hitting rock bottom, finding yourself again, taking action, and connecting through being real.