Privilege.

In case you haven’t seen pictures of me yet, I’ll just throw this out there: I’m a white woman. I grew up without many privileges. I grew up poor. We didn’t have a lot of food, and I certainly didn’t get all the cool toys or clothes or snacks. We had three channels on TV…

Be Your Own Cheerleader

That’s all it takes. One moment, one decision.
Rewrite your internal dialogue. Catch yourself. And choose again.
Be vocal about the things you love.
Express gratitude. Express joy.
Share the love.
Be a cheerleader.
And be your own cheerleader, too.

Choose Love.

Choose love.
Choose new beliefs. Choose to know that you are already good enough, just as you are, in your humanness. You are doing the very best you can with what you have. We all are. Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others.

Adaptability. Resilience.

Fruits and squash grow alongside train tracks, or on steep slopes. Rice farms are planted wherever they can fit. Even my neighbours tend to the unruly bamboo to harvest its shoots in the rainy season, and harvest the bamboo itself for poles and furniture.
No matter the regime changes, no matter the global climate, no matter the word “pandemic” seeps through and across TV channels and cellphone screens.
They adapt. They stand strong.