Perpetual Drafts of the Perpetually Daft

Something I wrote almost 30 years ago: December 1994  I think the events that unfolded today is the culmination of the hopes and desires I’ve had for years - hopes and wants that I’ve only come to realize in the last year.  I am so happy knowing people whose beliefs I’ve admired. The start of being a part of a community of thinkers and activists is thrilling. Knowing artists who are aware of their importance to spread awareness of issues that affect the Filipino community - the Filipino people who search for a home and identity.  It is so amazing.  It inspires me to continue searching for my identity and defining my art, my story. I love that I can discuss issues that affect me and express it in a creative way.  Events like tonight are an absolute necessity not just to educate people outside of the community but uncaring and desensitized unaware Filipinos that I have grown up with.

I think this will be the last day I include the Day in the blogpost title. We're not really in strict quarantine anymore although we are social distancing and wearing masks out in public. There is still no vaccine nor significant federal leadership happening as yet. Maybe I should start counting down to election day. Or inauguration day aka possibly (not so far from reality, sadly) "oust that guy" day. All this to say, 2020 still sucks, more losses of folks that should still be here, more tears shed, more anxiety that sees no end. Still,  feeling deep gratitude of the fact that my family and I are as healthy and safe as can be during these uncertain times.

I guess I stopped counting at day 59, according to my 2020 planner (Ha!) So we're still here. Pandemic is still global and somehow that is not always the main news story. It's that bad. At the same time, we've managed to settle into a new sense of normalcy. I don't cry everytime I go to get groceries anymore and I'm going out of the house more than B lately. And not just for take out or groceries! The car is a haven and I enjoy the drives more than is normal. The boys are out in the backyard in our inflatable pool on a sunny and hot July day and it almost seems normal. I'll try to get on here more again. Uncertainty about school (for work and for the boys ) is looming again and I cried (not a ton, but some) about the pandemic for the first time in a while. I cried during a bunch of scenes at the Disney+ premiere of Hamilton (and have watched it numerous times since) but thankfully for non-Covid reasons. See you in a bit as I ask myself, yet again, how will we g...