I was yesterday years old when I finally understood why All Lives Can’t Matter Until Black Lives Matter. I still don’t understand all of it, but I am thankful that I am no longer as ignorant as I once was, and I’m sorry it’s taken this long.
I have other blog posts in drafts that I was originally going to publish these days, but those can wait. This is so much more important.
To be honest I’m still processing, and there’s just been so much happening in the world that is draining my mental and emotional capacity, but today is #blackouttuesday, and I want to note down my initial thoughts. I’ve been quiet on this issue for a long time, but no more.
I’m not sure how or where to begin, but perhaps I will start by making public the messages I’ve written to friends privately.
I did it. I finally snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was way too hot and my hair was way too long with way too many split ends… so, last night, I finally went at it with a pair of craft scissors – the same pair I used to cut my hubby’s hair a few weeks prior.
I love my new desk set up! We recently shifted the desk area around a little and we pulled my little area rug out of storage and it fit perfectly in this corner with my desk and chair.
We’ve repositioned furniture quite a bit since I moved in but this is the first time we’ve moved my desk. It was previously positioned like this:
Previously no plants in my corner, no rug… I later added my lamp and my green bin when I brought it up from LA, but it remained fairly bland-looking. I insisted on being in this corner though — the brightness of the room and view from that window on the right was probably the clincher on my decision to rent this apt.
I think my new set up is just so cosy, homely and far better for my electronics.
The above is kinda very much how I feel right now: my hubby on the guitar being the green card application, and me in the foreground being absolutely horrified.
Let’s just say my desire to not do it is so strong I’m open to never leaving the country again, or if push came to shove, leaving the country and never coming back. Neither of those options being particularly glorifying to God, that leaves me with the only option of getting it done.
I guess one other thing I can thank this season of staying indoors for is a longer period of finding rest, finding God, finding myself and finally finding time to do a bunch of paperwork that I’ve been putting off… har har.