Some days I wake up and all the possibilities in the world seem right there — it’s like I can feel the new world of justice and love breathing on my neck. I get goosebumps of excitement knowing it’s coming, it’s inevitable it’s here, even if only in tiny little patches. These are the good days. The days when all the pushback against the massive systems of injustice and destruction seem worth it. When the exhaustion of 20+ years of activism seems a distant dream and I am alive and the world is full of potential. I’d like to say…
