Written July, 2022

I’ve waited a week. I gave myself a week to mourn, gather my thoughts, reflect on my values and beliefs, and think of what to do next. 

Mourning: “Grief is a most peculiar thing; we’re so helpless in the face of it. It’s like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it.” – Arthur Golden

I mourn for the loss of our rights, I grieve for those who are most affected by this. I worry that (as with all grief) we will one day wonder what has become of it, that we’ll one day forget we ever had this right in the first place. I am choosing to stay mad for as long as it takes; I am choosing to not let my grief wander away from me.