I am finally finding words again.
Words because I’m finally able to breathe again as various industries release their metaphoric grips on our necks.
Admitting we’ve been forced to jump through a different standard of hoops for far too long.
Several emotions have been coursing through me every single day. From anger and hope to fear and despair with the overarching ones being love and gratitude.
Cultures are contracts and once we collectively agree that elements of our culture no longer advance us equally, then it’s time to uproot those racist roots.
About two weeks ago, I was talking to a friend of mine about Black Lives Matter.
I expressed my frustrations to him, that it feels like nothing is changing or moving as rapidly as it should.
He pointed out to me that I need to fully realize that the nation was built on a rotten foundation. The frustration I continue to feel is because we’re trying to raise solid walls on an unjust foundation. It can be done, but it will take a lot more time, pain and effort to compensate for weak support beneath the structure that can never be changed.
I am grateful for this revolution.
I am also moving forward through the revolution with a lot more clarity, renewed vigor, and above all, a different type of freedom.
I am grateful that light is being shined brightly into dark corners where the status quo and mediocrity have been allowed to fester for far too long.
I am grateful for the space that is now opening up to let our voices sail through. As my friend Bessie Akuba posted on Instagram – “2020: The Year We Went From Unseen to Seen“.
I am grateful that many White people have now begun the uncomfortable process of unlearning the lies of meritocracy that have been passed down from generation to generation.
Lies that have disadvantaged the strongest runners by relegating them to the back of the line, while others have been unfairly given generational headstarts.
My focus word for 2020 continues to be “energy“, and I am grateful I continue to surround myself with the right sources.