Yesterday was tough
Yesterday was tough.
The constant reminder of how little my life matters and is unprotected continues to move itself more deeply into my being.
This is not new news. The message is simply coming more often and with greater clarity.
I get it.
I have yet to cry but as long as I can laugh on occasion and make others feeI I will take that as a sign that I am not completely detached.
My walks are increasing in frequency (5 to 6 days a week). They are about 2 hours long (15K for the Fitbit fans). I have become that person you see meandering in your neighborhood. I am dressed in workout gear because I have also become that middle aged female.
When there is someone else on the sidewalk, one of us moves to the street or to the other sidewalk. More and more Black Lives Matter and Biden/Harris signs are appearing and other expressions of love and a quest for justice. I live in a place where seeing one of me is infrequent so the recognition that we/I exist is both surprising and affirming.
Another day is here and there is work to do.
About The Author:
Jara Dean-Coffey (jdc) is Founder and Director of the Equitable Evaluation Initiative and the Founder of Luminare Group. For the past twenty-five years, she has partnered with clients and colleagues to elevate their collective understanding of the relationship between values, context, strategy and evaluation and shifting our practices so that they are more fully in service of equity. For more about musings + machinations click here.
“and when we speak we are afraid
our words will not be heard
nor welcomed
but when we are silent
we are still afraid
So it is better to speak
remembering
we were never meant to survive”
― Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems
