I’ve been thinking a lot about privilege lately. It’s something that’s been on my mind as I navigate through life endeavoring to be a better person, endeavoring to be more intentional. I’m white, middle class, have food to eat and a roof over my head. We don’t fear for our safety or suffer injustices of … Read more
Last week I wrote about my latest epiphany and how I believe the thing we most want out of life are options. As I was replying to one of the comments on that blog post, I began writing that I am proud of myself for working through to where I am now. However, as I typed those words, I felt uncomfortable. Why? Because we just aren’t good at patting ourselves on the back.
There are times when I just want to write and today is one of them. I want to blog but there is a car wreck of thoughts and words in my head that no matter hard I try I just can’t seem to make sense of. So instead of trying to spill a well thought out, articulate blog post I thought I would just exhale the entire contents of my brain in all it’s randomness. Hence the title of this post.
It’s raining here. The sky is full and heavy, the darkness hanging overhead as the rain falls steadily down. I can hear it trickle down the spouting outside my window and hear it splash against the gutter as a lonely car drives by. And here I am. Sitting. Staring at the screen, trying to articulate my thoughts into words that are comprehensible and not just noise.