The space I take up right now is sometimes a quiet determined warrior, present and in total surrender. Sometimes the space I take up is a fierce determination to do it all, to rebuild this life bigger and fuller than it’s ever been. And sometimes it’s bummed and grumpy, using every ounce of energy and patience to keep moving forward. Sometimes its a puddle. Sometimes the space is just space, and I’m floating and I’m here and that’s enough. It’s all okay and I’m not sorry. All the while, the space I take up is always white, so it is always privileged and I hope to spend that privilege on amplifying the space of my sisters and non-cisters. We are not sorry.
September 17, 2019