Here I am, almost 2 weeks into staying in D.C.
I have honestly stopped keeping track of the days. Just going from place to place, inquiring about work in the places that I feel like I’m qualified to do it and passing on things that I’ve already done. It is not that I feel like I am above manual labor and those sorts of things. For me, as a person, it is that I feel exhausted chasing my tail around the mulberry bush looking for things that are not soul fulfilling for myself.
That’s why I keep going to the Museums, going to the places where I feel like I can help and be fulfilled while doing it. My soul has been ground down to a diamonds point by the places like that. I will not lie, nor will I turn my nose up at such work if I am truly hard up. But for the time being I can float a little longer. Try a little harder to make an impression on those that I wish to learn from and, in turn, teach what I have learned.
but for now, I play the part of the boujie student. Looking as though I have more than I do, but not letting on to the true extent of the resources, education, and talent that I have at my disposal.
I’ll admit, the “white privilege” I was born into has helped open many of those doors.
And hopefully, in the future, I will be able to use that stick to further open doors for those that need it more than I do at this juncture.
It’s scary, and a bit exhilarating, being out here floating. Living on borrowed credit and holding onto my hope and sanity with the will of a person that feels like they have nothing to lose but everything to gain.
Hopefully, the good will that I am building with the people around me is currency enough to keep me going, and maybe make a difference in the coming election year.
But if not, at least I’ll have a story to tell at the end of it.
I have honestly stopped keeping track of the days. Just going from place to place, inquiring about work in the places that I feel like I’m qualified to do it and passing on things that I’ve already done. It is not that I feel like I am above manual labor and those sorts of things. For me, as a person, it is that I feel exhausted chasing my tail around the mulberry bush looking for things that are not soul fulfilling for myself.
That’s why I keep going to the Museums, going to the places where I feel like I can help and be fulfilled while doing it. My soul has been ground down to a diamonds point by the places like that. I will not lie, nor will I turn my nose up at such work if I am truly hard up. But for the time being I can float a little longer. Try a little harder to make an impression on those that I wish to learn from and, in turn, teach what I have learned.
but for now, I play the part of the boujie student. Looking as though I have more than I do, but not letting on to the true extent of the resources, education, and talent that I have at my disposal.
I’ll admit, the “white privilege” I was born into has helped open many of those doors.
And hopefully, in the future, I will be able to use that stick to further open doors for those that need it more than I do at this juncture.
It’s scary, and a bit exhilarating, being out here floating. Living on borrowed credit and holding onto my hope and sanity with the will of a person that feels like they have nothing to lose but everything to gain.
Hopefully, the good will that I am building with the people around me is currency enough to keep me going, and maybe make a difference in the coming election year.
But if not, at least I’ll have a story to tell at the end of it.
