Y’all, I had a TIME writing this here missive, which is a conclusion you may’ve already reached given that we’re halfway done with June and this is just now gracing your eyeballs. Been on the move, yo. Spirit husslin’ (that’s a codeswitch, not a typo. R.I.P Nip.) ain’t for the faint. Kitten would very much like a 90m massage. And sponsors. And socioeconomic equality. And for lighter melanated people to divest from the idea of “whiteness”, which, as a political concept, is designed to obliterate cultural diversity and subsume it into faux homogenized “identity”. And to drink approx 1.5x more water than I have been. For starters.
There’s this meme floating around that states something like: “There are six months left in the decade, don’t let the fuckshit slow your roll.” (translation: time waits for no one, dearhearts; check your focus.) and when I first saw it I had to have a seat because the deluge of downloads that cascaded upon my brain garden was dizzying.
Anyhoo, I got to thinking about the fuckshit with which I’ve been engaged, in the form(s) of people, ideas, and habits I’ve outgrown but have heretofore been unwilling or unable to abandon – and there’s a LOT of it. Like, an alarming amount. Piles, as it were (see what I did there?). And were I someone who rocked steady with concepts of shame, there’d probably be a bunch of that in the mix, too. Luckily, I’m adaptable, and thus will henceforth be focused on redirecting said versatility to dislodging and releasing stale modes of being with gratitude and grace. I’ll be giving myself more golden suns to support this life force renewal because the thought of a massive bodymindspirit detox has me mildly shook. I don’t know how this process will look, where it will take me, or who I’ll be once I emerge.
I guess we gon’ see.
