What’s in a year? A day? A minute? No matter. Time has no meaning anymore. What matters to me now is breath, light, relief, joy, love, grief, pain, beauty, justice, peace, compassion, laughter, thrills.
Love your fierce-no fucks left to give attitude. I too care less and less about what others think of me. I do my best work when outraged and sick, apparently. 2024. Not my year either. But we are both the lucky, unlucky: on Ltd and SSDI (if I read correctly). But of course, we’d rather be the version of lucky where we weren’t sitting all day, fighting mad. Thanks and appreciate your writing.
Thank you so much. Here's to doing the good work inspired by outage! Hang in there ♥️
Love your fierce-no fucks left to give attitude. I too care less and less about what others think of me. I do my best work when outraged and sick, apparently. 2024. Not my year either. But we are both the lucky, unlucky: on Ltd and SSDI (if I read correctly). But of course, we’d rather be the version of lucky where we weren’t sitting all day, fighting mad. Thanks and appreciate your writing.