Humility in Unknown Possibility | Blog

The erasure of work is a tragedy. Yes, of course, I believe that productivity does not equal one’s worth here on earth, but I believe the laborer should own the work they produce. Call me a Marxist. I do not care. I am angry, my labor has been effectively erased. Recalled. Hidden. I have no choice in the matter, and that fuels this feeling that occasionally comes. It’s the rushing urge to protest. The rushing urge to stand on a corner with a sign that says “fck you!” The rushing urge I get when a spotlight is suddenly shone on me. The rush of being fully seen and fully heard in my truth. The rush of a provocative beginning to a blog post that may or may not get posted. And then, what do I do when I feel like setting the world on fire, or like I’m about to have a panic attack, or like I’m about to need a special “wellness” retreat? I write, I create, I try to find joy. 

February has been a difficult month, but if I’m being completely honest, 2025 is an ongoing difficult month; all the difficulties blurring together. I have a lot of questions, a lot of unknowns, and a lot of personal discovery that I’m working through. One thing that has sustained me is my own creative practice. I am now naming and calling it a practice because it truly is a practice. A ritual of writing, a daily check-in on observations, and an increased awareness that brings me back to myself. The chaos of the daily is an attempt to steal away the humanity we keep for ourselves and our family and friends. It’s the attempt to steal our pride, joy, and happiness. Its an attempt to steal our connection with the soul and one another. It’s an erasure, a purposeful distraction to invoke being frozen in fear, stuck in the stress feedback loop, and the scarcity mindset. And guess what? We do not have time for it, and we were not put on earth to give into such chaos that draws us further away from our divine purpose. 

What is your divine purpose? It’s totally fine if you don’t know. I have no clue what my purpose is here, but I do know that while I’m here I want to do more than stress the fuck out. I want to bring joy to people, I want to write beautiful poetry, I want to bring writing to life on stage, I want to cry on my best friend’s shoulder, and I want to love deeply. I want to be held by my husband before bed, and I want to possess peace. I think genuinely that every human can be here for the purpose of being loved, and doing the loving. I have to think that in order to wake up each day hoping that it will be better than the day before. 

All of this to say, what are you doing to remain connected? What are you doing to live in divine purpose? What are you doing to break out of the stress feedback loop? How can you lean into your own creativity during this era? How can you channel your anger and fear into joyful resilience? I know this was probably a rather interesting blog post, but at least I got it to end on a positive note, right? I hope you are okay, if you do need a “wellness” retreat, same. Where are we checking into? Let me know. Write to you when I write to you. Stay angered. Stay creative. Stay connected.