Today I got out of bed

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Today I got out of bed.

I made coffee.

As I clasped my dog’s harness, I said, “Boop.”

I want to cry but the tears won’t come.

Today I’ll grieve.

I’ll bear witness to my emotions as they change.

Sadness, despair, hopelessness, fear.

And then I’ll continue.

I’ll get out of bed.

I’ll make coffee.

I’ll say, “Boop” to my dog as I clasp her harness.

And I’ll do what I’ve been doing.

Only harder.

I’ll write.

I’ll create.

I’ll tell stories.

I’ll teach.

I’ll move the needle.

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I’ll love on my friends and family.

I’ll cuddle my pets.

I’ll go to yoga.

I’ll make delicious food.

I’ll wear clothes that make me feel good.

I’ll soak my feet with bath salts while I gua sha my face.

I’ll take pleasure in opening the dishwasher to find clean, shiny dishes.

I’ll take pleasure in a new leaf on my monstera.

I’ll take pleasure in picking fresh thyme from my garden.

I’ll take pleasure in the smell of broth from my slowcooker.

I won’t stop creating.

I won’t stop tending to my community.

I won’t stop tending to my body.

I won’t stop tending to my relationships.

Even when I feel like my country doesn’t want me, I’ll get out of bed.

Art by Ché Caplan.