Thursday, December 31, 2020
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
As 2020 wraps up I've been thinking about more bright spots I've found in the general doom and gloom and darkness. I rediscovered yoga after a long stretch of disillusionment. One of my all time favorite teachers who left NYC years ago is teaching on zoom and those classes over the past few months have been a pure delight. How wonderful to move and flow again after thinking I never would.
I also learned I love spinning. I'd only done a few classes in the real world and hated just about everything about them. Having a bike at home (it's been a month) when I can hop on and ride whenever I feel like it has been a game changer. I'd left cardio behind too and now I'm literally back in the saddle and working as hard as I can with people who inspire me to challenge myself.
Turns out, after years and years and years of gyms and studios, that I like online exercise. It's lovely having space around me and not worrying about being kicked in the head or navigating through loudly chatting crowds to try and find my coat in crowded spaces.
It's remarkable to rediscover/discover practices that are good for both mind and body. I'm pretty sure if it hadn't been for sheltering in I wouldn't be at this place right now.
Monday, December 28, 2020
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Just about my favorite comfort thing, well exactly my be all end all favorite comfort thing is my hot water bottle. To be a bit more clear it doesn’t have to be the specific water bottle I have at the moment - any full quishy, toasty hot water bottle that warms my toes or my belly or the small of my back fits the bill.
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Today I co-organized an action in Times Square naming the republicans who signed onto that idiot Supreme Court lawsuit trying to overthrow legal and legitimate election results in four states. I wrote copy, designed and produced signs, put together a costume, created buttons, pulled people together. We live streamed, were photographed, and filmed. People stopped to listen in person and watched online. It was powerful to have an idea and manifest it, to speak out and be heard.
Friday, December 25, 2020
Thursday, December 24, 2020
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Tonight I'm working out how to put together an impromptu Statue of Liberty-esque outfit for an action I'm organizing on Saturday which is beyond the scope of what I normally, comfortably do. But, here I am with glitter foam, crown and torch patterns, sizable swathes of metallic spandex, tiny portable lights.
I'd write more but this is something that is going to require focus and fortitude and feeling ok with not getting things right the first time I try - something that doesn't come naturally.
Once I'm done photos will be posted for sure.
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Monday, December 21, 2020
In some ways waiting is the hardest part.
For me worrying and waiting are inextricably intertwined. No matter how much I grow or change, how strong I feel, in that waiting space it can be a challenge to hold onto the light or even just be present when the here and now feels pretty ok.
I'm not a follower of solstices but today is one and my brilliant yoga teacher this morning talked about knowing the light is coming even on the darkest days.
Knowing the light is coming, even on the darkest days.
After darkness comes light.
There is balance in the force.
Ok maybe that one was a little silly but maybe not. There is balance and sometimes when things are overwhelming and jumbled and too much, holding onto the temporary-ness of it all can be a switch flipper.
Today I'm waiting on a whole bunch of things. Most immediate is a COVID test for someone near and dear and one for me. It's masks and solitude until there's news. My hands are cracking from washing them so much. I can't completely feel my feet since I'm leaving my windows as open as I can stand. I'm staying as busy as possible so as not to dwell and flirt with panic. And below all that I'm hoping. And maybe, just maybe, beyond that I'm watching and knowing it'll be ok no matter what it is.
Sunday, December 20, 2020
I'm staring down creating a Statue of Liberty crown for an upcoming action I'm organizing. It's all a bit exciting and daunting as I'm tackling things I've never done before—that's been a theme since the 2016 election and as I've been researching patterns and materials and figuring out how to pull this off I've also been thinking about how my life has changed in the 45 era:
I went to my first protest.
I started Trump Puppet Theater and created visuals I shared online for months. By the end videos were getting thousands of views and shares.
I created the SHAME CAMPAIGN and sent tons of postcards to deserving government officials along with others who wrote with me.
I joined my very first Democratic club.
I ran for executive committee and served for 2 years.
I joined county committee and was elected secretary of my assembly district.
I ran for District Leader and lost by a vote.
I co-hosted a weekly online show called Real Politics: the TV Show.
I collated info and sent out a weekly newsletter with info about protests and actions around the city.
I spent a chunk of time with Rise and Resist, on their comms committee and their emergency decision making committee, working on their signage, website, and merch.
I discovered Sing Out, Louise! and am so exceedingly grateful to co-run things. It's the place where my organizational and styling skills come together. I've even written a few songs.
I've sung with SOL in front of the Supreme Court, the White House, locations all over NYC, the 92nd Street Y, on Sirius XM.
I've marched at Pride, the Dyke March, March for our Lives, the Science March, the Women's March (and sang at most of those too).
I've been a Human Being with Gays Against Guns at multiple actions.
I run facebook groups and instagram accounts.
I was on the steering committee of a local activist group protecting neighborhood rights.
I've been interviewed on TV, on the radio, in print.
I've text banked and post carded and stood on street corners canvassing.
I've gotten to know local politicians.
I've made more buttons and t-shirts than I ever could have imagined.
Some of that work is now part of the collection of the New York Historical Society.
I launched a PSA Etsy shop.
I've met the most extraordinary people.
With this new project I started writing - something I mostly haven't done in my activist life. This new action is with an ad hoc group that I helped start. And to help shape something from the beginning that isn't a sing along is new too.
The past 4 years have been worse than the horror I imagined in 2016 and I envisioned some pretty heinous stuff. But, silver lining, it forced me to stretch and grow and speak up and learn how to fight, all things that are now part of my sparkly* arsenal.
*sequins and glam as every day wear is new too.
Saturday, December 19, 2020
Today I planned to write about moderation.
Then I spent almost 2 hours singing outside on a cold NYC day.
I made FUCK 2020 AND REPUBLICANS buttons and mailed them to bunches of people.
I sewed masks until my bobbin was empty.
I answered countless work emails.
I spent timing planning a super cool action for next week.
I walked dogs, went shopping, went out to outside dinner, talked on the phone, texted lots of people, organized laundry, and kind of cleaned my desk.
I'm about to hop on my exercise bike with my new heart rate monitor and hoping my knees won't ache too much.
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day to to contemplate moderation.
Friday, December 18, 2020
- felt glimmers of writing again
- battled internally about whether or not it was a good idea
- was locked out of my old blog on Safari (took awhile to figure that bit out)
- decided to start something new
- polled friends on facebook about name possibilities
- spent WAY TOO LONG figuring out how to set things up
- spent even longer putting together a header I was happy with
- consulted with a witch who told me I should be writing
- posted my first post
- almost didn't write my second
- someone asked why I didn't just stick with my original blog and keep writing there
- which was a totally valid point and so here I am, again
Glitter on the Inside is a lovely name. Perhaps I'll use it for something else one day. Naming things is always my first step in a project. It felt good and also sort of scary to be thinking about creating this way again. I've had enough space and deep breathing in the years when I careened from project to project, too busy and overwhelmed back then to find balance or space or calm. The edge of too much was my uncomfortable comfort zone and I have zero desire to go back there. So, as I said in my exceedingly short lived blog before I came back here: baby steps.