Organizing can be thankless sometimes. So for all my organizers on the grind, crying into their pillows, shouting at injustice, wearing joy on your sleeve, & then having to go back out to live through the same injustices we are fighting – thank you for choosing to live through this moment & the next.

I’m unpacking the bags That have turned into the luggage holding me back. I’m unwrapping the knots of the noose I made for myself back when I thought I’d need it. The pain doesn’t get to win anymore.