Why I'm Frustrated and Tired Of Difficult Conversations But Won't Stop Trying
Everything is a hot mess. I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that. You can't turn on the TV or even veg out on social media, like the good 'ol days, without being reminded of the smoldering pile of funky ridiculous trash that's been burning endlessly. Indeed, everything is a hot sweaty, musky, steaming mess.
And to think, many of us are walking right through it face first with no protection (because, what could help) and sans medication.
Fighting the urge to just melt, right into the floor and become one with the carpet is the norm for me. That's how low I get. It's arguably the lowest point a person can get above ground so... carpet fibers and lint balls make room. We're about to get real cozy up in here.
But moving in with the lint balls and stray pet fur, that no amount of vacuuming will ever conquer, sounds good to the anxious mind, but it isn't helpful and it's not productive. It isn't going to change the world. And it will make detangling my already lint ball magnet afro much more difficult.
So onward we go. Keep pressing on. Even though the button on that remote broke, we've got to find a way to keep moving forward.
It gets harder when your heart wants things to change and your brain has trouble accepting that change isn't always lemon drops and sunshine.
Change can hurt.
Being a change agent isn't an easy task, even when you're called by God to be it.
In many ways, those who use their voices, bodies, talents, etc., to make an impact on the way people treat one another is a personal human sacrifice. When you boil all the social justice wo