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  • Writer's pictureShamari

el día 25 de marzo de 2018

Brandy was perfect. That was self care for my ears. I mean, it really was beautiful. Like, wow! Black women are magic! They are! They are! So, this morning I woke up and decided that I would do nothing for 4 hours. I made a promise to myself that I would remain in my bed until noon. I’m still there now. The sweetness of doing nothing. It feels so nice! I’ve just been here thinking and smiling. Smiling because every day I get to wake up and do something meaningful..something that I love. I think that has really been the key for me. It’s hard for me to stay down or in a funk for too long because I’ve found my passion. Or, perhaps, it found me. Either way, we’re together now. It’s easy to be happy when you like waking up. Sure, I get tired sometimes, but the work is so damn beautiful and necessary. For example, I had to work yesterday (saturday) which could have sucked, but it was a workshop on self care and redistributing power in the classroom for teachers of color. How can I bet upset going to a space like that?? We were able to share and heal. I do believe that it was one of the best workshops I’ve ever been a part of. And that will be my life. Doing shit like that. Working with teachers on performing archaeologies on ourselves and sitting back and watching young folks lead. That’s what I get to do..DAMN! I must say that my life is as great as Beyoncé’s! I don’t have the money she, but I would argue that I have the same level of fulfillment. I feel actualized. And that’s priceless.

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