It’s been hard to write lately, because to be honest – it’s been hard to merely exist and push through day by day. Tourism is effectively shut down for 6 months now, we missed my only sister’s wedding, missed being able to meet my cousin’s new baby, and have had an enormously tough time being a business owner during this pandemic. Top that off with police brutality, systemic racism, and a state of divisiveness in the country we call home, and the struggle has been really real.
The toughest part of all of it, for me, is the feeling of being unable to do anything about my own circumstances and to change the injustices and systemic injustice going on. I’m just one small, insignificant person. Does what I do even matter?
I firmly believe it does, for two reasons: 1. everything does matter, and collective action can make a difference, and 2. most of the time, that’s what we can do. No matter our financial, physical, logistical or social situations, we can at least do something for what we believe in and wish to see. If we don’t do what we are able to do to change the world – what do we have to say for ourselves?
That is my hope, and the light at the end of my figurative tunnel. I may not be able to control much, but i can control what is in my control – how I lead, how I love, what I speak and post about, what I buy, watch, and eat. My actions may be just a drop in the proverbial bucket, but a drop is a drop is a drop.
I will always do what I can do, at the very least.