Last week was a doozy, wasn’t it? We are on the edge of losing rights to our bodies and to our reproductive and sexual health care. There’s speculation and dread that marriage equality rights are next. Gender-affirming health care rights are being stripped away state by state. Ukraine is still being destroyed. Oh ya, and this week it will be in the 90’s. If you just planted your precious starters outside that you’re hoping will nourish you this season, you probably tried to frantically find shade cloth at the garden centers, but there was none. They only had frost blankets in stock. Why’s that? Because it’s not normal for it to be this hot this early. In the West, it has been the driest two decades in 1,200 years.
This is happening.
On top of all that, your boss keeps emailing you asking for tedious reports and numbers. They’ve marked these obtuse emails with the dreaded red exclamation mark as if their crisis, passed down from upper management’s anxiety, is the only thing that matters in the world.
Before you open your email this morning, take a moment to find center.
I remember several years ago, sitting with my coworkers, all cis-gender women, waiting for our work meeting to start. My coworkers were asking each other about their spouses and how their children were doing in school. I asked a couple of my coworkers how their heterosexual spouses were and how their children were. When the meeting started, I realized no one had asked me about my partner, how she was doing, what we were planning for the weekend. No one had reciprocated to acknowledge my family.