Smoking
I always find the strangest reasons to stop smoking.
This morning I realized that the longer I smoke the less time I have to change the world. So far it’s a pretty compelling reason to quit.
I always find the strangest reasons to stop smoking.
This morning I realized that the longer I smoke the less time I have to change the world. So far it’s a pretty compelling reason to quit.
I took a few days for myself this weekend hopped over to Philadelphia. Easily the best decision I’ve made for a while because it really gets me away from work.
I stayed home sick yesterday.
I actually stayed home sick.
Usually, when I’m sick it means working form home - but yesterday I slept and napped and watched BSG and read because I’m completely emotionally exhausted by work and I can’t keep up being so exhausted.
I’m proud of myself for being sick.
I’ve spent far too much time continually dragging myself back down into sadness after Aaron’s death and tonight I realized it’s not helping me grieve. I saw Cory Doctorow talk about his book, Homeland, which Aaron wrote the afterword for - and it didn’t make me feel better, it just reminded me how sad I am.
The bright side: I rode my bike all across the district afterwards and remembered that not only do I love biking, but it helps me process the world in a unique way. It gives me a sense of place, of where I am, which I desperately need after moving around as much as I have in the last few years. I forget where I am sometimes - biking makes me realize not only what city I’m in but where exactly in the city I am and that grounding is delicious.
It’s hard to stay fired up about changing the world when you’re not surrounded by people who inspire you. That is unquestionably what I miss most about living in a co-op, and I think I need to actually settle down so I can move back into a house filled with other social justice activists.
Dear friends, acquaintances and other allies,
I just wanted to take this moment to say that if I ever tread on your toes, I hope you call me out. In return for asking this big favor, I’ll do my best to check my ego and defenses so I can really hear you. If I do or say something oppressive or…
Last month, my boss, Aaron Swartz, killed himself. Since then I’ve let a lot of the things I do to take care of my body fall by the wayside. Now, I’m blogging to keep myself accountable.
I’m trying to do a little yoga and ride my bike every day to center myself, as well as actually write thought out responses to the things I read.
I fancy myself a Charmander - a young and playful person with an enormous amount of fire inside directed towards changing the world. But if I don’t take care of me, how I stay energized enough to change anything?