2019 was not what one might describe as “fun”;
any personal triumps happened in the midst of
—in spite of—
ongoing systemic injustices and
climate catastrophe and
concentration camps and
people holding power who
work daily to further institutionalize these horrors.
January fucking first changes nothing.
thus, in 2020
May we find the many who are doing the good work and join in solidarity with them
May we work to extinguish the fires threatening the beautiful and just and healing projects so many have labored to build
May we gleefully torch the rotten and domineering structures that prevent us from moving forward, and dance with joyful abandon around them as they fall
May we find the new growth that our fires release and cultivate it with care
May we act with the urgency necessary for the problems we face, while not mistaking urgency as a justification to continue to ignore the many wisdoms, knowledges, and voices that have long been dismissed and destroyed in our future-building work