The Small Things

I took this picture on Wednesday. Despite (per usual) having nowhere to go, I styled my hair and tossed on red lipstick because OMG GEORGIA! CELEBRATE! And then as I was going to post it I learned what was happening in Washington and immediately fell into the painful, unfortunately familiar hole that is rage scrolling while also trying to work, support my kids, reach out to friends, deal with mundane household shit, etc. I keep asking myself, how much can our nervous systems bear? This just keeps going and going and going. And really, sorry to be a Debbie Downer, but there is no end in sight because, you know, white supremacy is clearly alive and well and, I would venture after Wednesday, further emboldened.

Anyway, I'm posting this picture now for a couple of reasons. First, I communicated with a lot of people in Instagram Stories last night and pretty much everyone is on the struggle bus...so here is my face, radiating out love and virtual hugs to you. And second, my plant baby shelves are behind me...still a work in progress. I have been working on creating shelves full of plants entirely from rooting clippings since the pandemic started. These plants are a reminder both that change takes time and we need to keep at it despite how awful and painful the work (growing plant babies isn't painful and awful but you know what I mean). And that right now especially, we need to find and lean into the small things that give us comfort and that we can control.