My Writing Process
Is this about my writing process or the start of a mental breakdown? You decide.
A Very Personal Statement
Okay, I’m going through the tedious task of writing a personal statement for [redacted]. I thought I had it, only to realize that I wasn’t writing for [redacted] but for myself. But here I am, sharing my very personal statement. Why? Because I’m a narcissist, and I'm also procrastinating on writing my next draft of my (professional) personal statement. Jokes aside, I’m sharing, because I think this provides a historical background on who I am and why I am this way. Please be kind.
Can I Sit at Your Table?
I’ve been trying to write this blog for weeks. I have started and stopped writing so many times, that I thought this blog would never see the light of day. I think I was scared to write it. These experiences are personal, painful and embarrassing. I’m about to expose some of the most difficult times of my life, and sharing it means giving up control of how my experience will be interpreted by others. I am sharing my experience, because I’ve felt isolated for so long and I don’t want to anymore.
The Woods Don’t Judge
I was a suburban city slicker… until I wasn’t. I take to the woods a lot these days. I’m now becoming a mildly granola suburban city slicker. How many times can I use this phrase without being annoying?
I Don’t Want to be Your Friend
I have been noticing the various systems in which I exist or operate in. After some reflection, I realized that most of my friends are white. So, why did the realization that most of my friends are white, surprise me?
Waking Up to Systemic Racism
It’s not enough to be anti-racist when convenient, or to participate in random acts of ally-ship. Anti-racism requires sacrifice, and constant due diligence. What does it mean to make sacrifices for anti-racism? For this answer, we’ll need to unpack systemic racism.
