And my last three online classes finishing up at the end of August, I feel like I’m really going to be pushed to practice my politics without my comforting circle of campus feminists and friends. Moving to Vancouver in a month is going to be a step in the right direction, I think.
I’m going to go get pierced tomorrow, and that pain’s always a good reminder of my vulnerability. The more holes, the more I pour out into this world, right?
I’m on my way to aligning my politics to the food I eat, and making appropriate steps to eating at a more considerate or conscientious level.
I’m going to take the time to engage with a new community and city.
I’m going to read more.
Manage my anxiety.
Buy less.
Make a plan.
Feel better.
What a good day. I wish I didn’t have a quiz in French tomorrow…
Wah wah wahh
