They are my current fight. They are who I'm here for. Which means less self-indulgent posting to social media (eyyy) and weak-willed doomscrolling.

Build better habits. Destroy the doomscrolling. Stand for justice.

My job is to be a steward for the students at my university and stand up for our mission; justice, honesty, kindness. Doing so on the local scale in red, rural Arkansas also means standing up to the racism coming to many of them, and challenging those who are too comfortable with this shit.

Indulgent? Privileged? Of course it is.

I can't spend my days inactive and consumed with worry if I am going to be ready to stand and fight. I cannot chase headlines designed to increase anxiety and dread and expect myself to be in any condition to deal with the truly heinous shit.

My response; shut down all social media access on my phone, narrow my information intake, double my focus on fixing the shit that's wrong with my body, and getting waaaay into my hobbies.

Expect many posts about smoking meat and strategy board games.

I'm thinking about my campus's 30-ish percent of the student population that's Haitian, Venezuelan, Bahamian, or Jamaican. Forcing them out of the country will be morally, legally, and financially wrong and ruinous.

I'm not able to sleep because of the adrenaline from my constant fight-or-flight.