There are a lot of feelings that I’ve been sifting through lately, and of course day 42 would land today.
I have blogged every day for the last 41 days, and planned to end my current streak at 42. I didn’t have anything philosophical or witty planned to wrap with.
But the weight of today won’t let me off that easy.
Some of the feelings are about this day twenty-four years ago, and what the following years meant. Others are about the events of this past week.
And some have nothing to do with either at all.
Still, there are a few things I need to make crystal clear.
I am not celebrating the death of someone by gunshot, even if they encouraged harm against people like me. I am not mourning them, either.
I am not condoning violence against people who demand everyone fit their mould and cling to oppression as their power. Or violence of any kind.
I am not going to sit back and agree that some things should be tolerated when they are not mere differences, they are harms.