Today has been full of both hope and heartbreak. Righteous anger and vulnerability.

I’m used to living my life in those deep moments where I feel every inch, every ache and exhilaration.

But some days, … some days … some days feel like years.

And I steal small moments to imagine a place that is always sunny and warm and full of people who are comfortable and kind and there is no arguing over anyone’s right to exist because in this place that takes up two minutes of my time and a small corner of my brain as I sit waiting for my son to get out of school everyone is free and unbothered by those tiny details of personhood that seem targeted by so much outsized hatred and misinformation today. The details that hardly matter, if they matter at all, to whether a person exists, or should exist or deserves to exist.

Because of course you deserve to exist.

I, for one, am elated you exist. Overjoyed, even. Absolutely thrilled.

Tell me: What do you do with days that feel like years?

The Light Links

Timelapse of the milky way

Ants take on giraffes

Forest survival food