Monday, April 3, 2017

A Well-Balanced Diet

Hello Hello Hello!

Yes, it's been some time since we've dropped in. Recent conversations with myself involved reviving this little endeavor. So here we are. 

Spring is such a wonderful time to restart and refresh (speaking of which, do you like our new blog banner?). The last year of my life has transformed me in a way I never would have expected. So many new experiences and areas of focus needing attention, that  ye poor blog fell off the list of priorities. 

BUT WE'RE BACK. 

And we're back to share what will soon become my new weekend routine. So long are the days* of getting up late and trudging my tired tuchus over to Cali Taco. Hello doughnuts from Pettit's and brunch burger from Kitchen Table. Ur my new favorites.

*Yeah right, you'll still find me at Cali Taco at least once during the weekend. 





Monday, November 14, 2016

Now.


I awoke on Wednesday morning feeling like I was living in an alternate universe. I felt deflated and exhausted since I had fallen asleep crying a mere four hours earlier. I replayed the vision of how I expected Election night to go - dancing to Chaka Khan’s ‘I’m Every Woman’ on the eve we elected our first female President. I imagined going into my office at Planned Parenthood and embracing all of my amazing coworkers. We did it. We were heard. We made them see how important our work is. We were validated. 


I began to cry again as reality set in. 

I spent that morning wallowing. I ate my feelings. I took the results so personally. More personally than I’ve ever taken an outcome before. As I passed by a group of older white men talking casually about how ‘they’re really going to have to build that wall now!’ I thought to myself, ‘How lovely it must be to be this unaffected.’ In that moment, I felt the weight of the consequences from the decision our country had made. I felt the abrupt dismissal of so many already marginalized and oppressed people- people of color, women, the LGBTQ population, and people with disabilities. 

Scrolling through social media was like an emotional roller coaster. Living in a conservative part of the country will do that to you. On one hand there were empowering messages about activism and enacting change, while others told me to get over it, that my generation was so used to winning things that I needed to stop being such a cry-baby. 

But I’m not going to get over it. 

 And don’t call me a fucking cry-baby. 

In that moment, I peeled myself off of my couch. I did my hair. I put on my pro-choice t-shirt and went to work at the place that has given me purpose since the beginning of the year. I talked with my amazing coworkers who were just as shell-shocked as I was. I cried more because I couldn't believe anyone would threaten to take this away from us.

On the way home, I saw a 17 year-old homeless and pregnant young person a coworker and I had been in contact with because she was seeking a resource to better understand how she was going to be a parent. Her belly was bigger and she looked healthy. I was happy for that, and then immediately overwhelmed because her child will be born into a world that will diminish their experience based on the child's race and/or gender.

That day was a day I'm glad I was able to get over myself and show up. I will show up tomorrow too and continue to do this job until some old white dude tells me I can't. I will continue to support women. I will continue to fight for my voice to be heard.

Come at me Trump.



Wednesday, October 19, 2016

HI.

Yesterday I turned 30 years old.
Today I remembered how much I missed this.

The thing is, a lot has changed. 

My work at Planned Parenthood of the Heartland has changed me. It has opened me to face so many important realities and perceived shared values that build the foundation our surrounding communities, the challenges they're up against (including themselves sometimes), and the results that limits their youth's potential under the guise of 'protecting' them. I immersed myself in these new experiences. Protesters yelling at me about how I should be embarrassed to do the work I do, offering to find me a new job. I stood in a basement at a library in Shenandoah, IA with masses of people spouting misinformation, distrust and judgment at the people who were only trying to help their young people. I've heard women talk about their abortions (and without regret), about the long history of limiting women's access to basic reproductive health services. It's not always an easy job, but it's one I find great reward and growth doing. I am especially lucky to work with some truly exceptional people whose dedication to the improvement of the health and knowledge of their communities is astounding, especially in the face of adversity from some small-minded folks. 

In the midst of all of this work, this transition, I lost my enamoring relationship with this town. But it's time I fix that.

So hello again. How have you been?

Monday, February 8, 2016

In Rapture ((Week of Feb 8))

  • I want to go to there
  • I'm loving Alicia Vikander right now which means I really love this little film. 

  • God Bless you Benicio 

  • Yeah, I'd see this if it came to Omaha.