This whole thing about showing gratitude as a practice in healing. That whole thing below.
Chipotle
Friends who care and check in
The 1 hour I have before bed to unwind and read
Those two metra conductors
75 degrees. Sun. No clouds
The rain droplets (on wet days) that water my little plants so that I don’t have to
43rd floor views
Orange juice from Mariano’s
Feedback. Even when I don’t like the feeling that fills me as a result (oh, ego) (also, radical honesty)
My mother. My father
Salted chocolate chip cookies from Mindy’s
Coworkers (especially the ones who serve as make-shift therapist as we talk therapy)
Lubna from the eyebrow place
A seat to myself on the metra. And the quiet car (OH the quiet car)
People who show up. In any way
Black people
Headspace (the app)
Solitude
NY Times Daily + Black Girl in Om Podcasts
also. happy juneteenth. i’ve been writing about freedom, but haven’t found the will to share yet. think. black ppl came to the continent in 1619. were granted freedom in 1865. and are still waiting for true liberation.
so finally. grateful, for the space and progress that exists between my ancestor’s freedom and my own at present. though there is much to do. much to do.