As I sit here, held by insomnia, it is a little hard to find motivation, especially when I look at the list of things I need to do. I just need to remember that I’ve soldiered on before, getting insane lists of things done in short order. Dare I say “Keep calm and… ?” This morning I have something else in mind.
Tonight is the first debate between Hillary Clinton (D) and Donald Trump (R). Here’s to substance, not buffoonery.
From DRES Tha BEATnik on Instagram:
you cannot wear a hoodie.
you cannot sell cigarettes.
you cannot play music in your car with your friends
while reveling in the culture you created.
you cannot play with fake guns.
you cannot sell CDs.
you cannot ask “why am I being pulled over?”
you cannot ask for help after a car accident.
you cannot walk down the street with your best friend
weeks shy of starting college.
you cannot go to your bachelor party.
you cannot pray in church.
you cannot sleep on your grandma’s couch.
you cannot put your hands up.
you cannot breathe.
you cannot be you…beautiful boy. beautiful girl.
you cannot be, you cannot be.
I cannot protect you.
The news over the weekend that Supreme Court Justice Scalia died, has put American politics into a whirligig of absurdity and hypocrisy. Valentine’s Day, on Sunday, can often be viewed as a saccharin example of hetero-normative commercialism. Oh gosh. I’m trying to find some motivation for this day, this week, this month, this year. Trying… super hard. Here’s what I have.
I’ve been thinking of Bryn Kelly so much, especially after her memorial service on Saturday. I couldn’t help but think of all the Bryns, of all the Amys, of all the lives we live in our larger time on Earth. My greatest hope is that Bryn’s current state is one of authenticity and peace.