Settled on yellow for now. It seems like a bright, happy color for the time of year when it’s cloudy, gray, and rainy basically all the time. I’m not sold on it, though. We should be able to customize our calendar colors.

Beautiful!

I can make it a point to listen to disenfranchised voices, use my privilege in ways that don’t overpower, and apologize when (not if) I unintentionally make mistakes and thank people for helping me on my journey.

So cheers to sitting in discomfort and learning and growing to be a better person.

I will never be perfect, but I can make a commitment to continuous learning and growth and allyship.

I struggled with acceptance at first, telling myself, “That’s not me. I don’t do these things.” But the truth is, I do, and I need to own that and sit with these feelings of discomfort and shame and work through them.

And it was really uncomfortable to be forced to reflect on instances when I’ve said or done things, even unintentionally, that could be perceived as rude, ignorant, ableist, racist, or even caused harm to people.

Because we can’t show up in the best way for non-white people without being forced to check our unconscious biases & sit in discomfort.

Um, YES PLEASE

Bonus: it’s a theme/dress up/kink/sex party.

I casually mentioned this to my therapist at the time, and she was like, “How do you think this sets you up for your day? What kind of mindset does this put you in?” (Clearly she’d never worked in the hell that is Corporate America. QUIET, LADY. WHAT DO YOU KNOW, ANYWAY? 😹😒)

I can’t even imagine how she feels, and she shouldn’t have to go through any of this alone.

I can’t stop thinking about it/her. She’s younger than I am, and I’m not even 40 yet.

Obviously hoping for the best and good news, but it’s scary. I feel awful for her.