This week has been rough for me. Politically, I want to run away to another country. Financially, I’ve been affected by republicans cutting funding for the arts. I am losing my mind. I am physically getting sick from being constantly activated by our president. A pathological lying narcissistic sex offender, just like my father. I am trying my best to focus on the good. But I do need to express my feelings surrounding our status. Otherwise, I will implode.
This week I got to go to the high school and work with the Cudas Unhooked, an at risk group of teens who need guidance because it’s not provided for them at home. I had them make Goal trees. Everyone painted their own tree and then wrote out their short term and long term goals on the branches. This is a picture of me with their trees. I find meaning and purpose working with others. They give me hope.
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