… I don’t know about y’all, but I kinda feel like shit.
Like, just, incredibly worn out.
It’s the never-ending stress hormones coursing through my body, I expect.
I feel a raging need to be informed. To learn. To know.
I am compelled, not by outside forces but by the fact that I want to be able to meet my own gaze in a mirror, to take some sort of actions. To write, and call, and donate. To organize. To show up.
I know the task is marathon. Years of work ahead. *Years* of work.
Have some dogs.
And here is a cafe sign from when I was in Ireland last year.
And, um, have a manatee.
Oh, and how about a baby tapir?
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