I’ve been busy.

We’ve downsized. And it feels incredible. Freeing. Like losing weight. There’s a sense of passing beloved things on to the world. A sort of generosity and openness that is liberating and energizing. I’ve never really thought that stuff was all that great. But getting rid of stuff? Two enthusiastic thumbs up. And it felt that good even before we got to the point in the process where there are the visual benefits of less clutter and more light and space. This is all just a high from feeling less like a selfish hoarder. We’re setting our stuff free! So that it can be of use to someone else. It’s one of the best parts of moving, I think.

Oh yeah, we moved. New space. New neighborhood. New beginning. I’m really excited about all the possibilities. Moving to a new place can be a form of self discovery and exploration. How will I inhabit this space? And we got a bit of a luxury this time around. Abhimanyu stayed with his grandparents while we did the figurative heavy lifting (we got movers for the literal work) of moving. Which means that we got a couple days to ourselves to work out our new rhythms and flows. I’m particularly looking forward to truly feeling the fruits of our downsizing efforts. #CleanLiving or something.

And the fight goes on. Two years in now and we’re still fired up. The reality of the marathon is setting in. The Chicago primaries were a few weeks ago. Our candidates did not all do well, but there were some victories. And more importantly, we saw a field of options that were much more in line with our values than ever before. Kudos to those who are putting their convictions into action by running for office. I cannot express how hopeful that makes me. We attended the March for Our Lives. And the rally in support of Black lives on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. King. And we’ll keep chanting and marching and voting and acting. I don’t think I’ll ever stop now.

Oh. And we’re having a baby. Yup. Number two. Doing it all again. Which is exciting and terrifying in a whole new way. For one thing, the due date is only a couple months away, and I still haven’t had time to truly process the impact of this HUGE change in our family.

Which brings me around to where I’ve been all this time. The long and short of it is: not processing. Which isn’t good. For you or for me. So I hope to be better about that moving forward. Here’s to changing for the good!