This week was hard. Is hard.

This week has been hard. Is hard.

Black and brown people are being murdered. Again. Still.

Lies are seen as facts.

Privileges are being confused with rights.

Or they aren't even being recognized or acknowledged.

Empty words are being offered up. (Where's the action?)

More often there's silence. (Silence is lethal.)

It's a lot. Never-ending. 

Horrific murder videos are shared. Again. Still. (Stop!)

I feel bone and soul tired.

Exhausted.

Did you know that you can google recipes/kid activities/directions/song lyrics/celebrity gossip AND how to be an anti-racist?

And how to uncover your own biases and deadly beliefs. 

It's true. Try it.

Do it.

I've done it. I'm doing it. 

I'm still unlearning what has been ingrained into my being. 

I'm making mistakes.

I'm learning from them.

I’m changing. 

It's uncomfortable. 

And it's absolutely necessary. 

While this week was hard. Is hard.

My creativity and joy will not be taken away from me. They keep me here. 

They're precious gifts that I'm protecting with everything I've got. 

Sometimes they look like this. Other times it's like this. 

Lately, it's been more like this. (I posted it just before I learned what happened to more black and brown people. Again. Still.)

And yet, this practice helps to keep me here. Again. Still.

Be well. Be an anti-racist.