My new roommate Milo has deleted this post twice, but he would like to point out that the escape key on a Mac is near the charging port which is the warmest part of the computer. Milo would also like to point out that he excellent at cuddling and that should make up for the deletion of my work.
I didn’t get a chance to write yesterday because I didn’t get internet until midnight, and it was too late at that point to even think about putting sentences together. Especially after moving and building my bed (I’m pretty proud of myself I built my bed alone and it is still standing up. Granted the join points were pretty clearly marked, but there’s a pride in doing something that works.
Yesterday I was going to write about the mentorship that I have received throughout my life, especially by women. I went to meet a mentor from high school, and where I am in my life is not exactly a time where I want to be like HEY look at what I’ve done, but of course this is ridiculous because the reason these people were my mentors to begin with was because they did so generously and without judgement. I think about the women, non-binary folk, and male allies at the capitol right now fighting for our rights and I am reminded that we can also make a difference in our direct communities. My life would have gone so differently if I hadn’t met the right people at the right time, and I’m sure I would have met different people at the right time, but I’m grateful for the ones I’ve got. I truly believe that each person your life touches for more than a few minutes has the opportunity to change you a little, and then there’s the lives that intertwine with yours for just a little while that change you a little more, and then there’s those that you can put a dot on the timeline when they facilitated a change in your life. I’ve been lucky enough to have a few of each that have really affected the way I make art and treat other people, and treat myself.
It was a tough day today, I’m at that point with my therapist where I would usually bolt and run, but I think I’m going to stick it out this time despite the fact that it’s so raw. I like her, she calls me on shit, and she doesn’t let me try to distract her. That’s the theme of this blog, commitment, even if I never write about it, just the act of doing it every is a pretty big deal for me. So I’m hoping that seeps into the rest of my life.