Reflecting beside myself

Photo by Polvo de Luz

There are days in which I can't help but just stand beside myself and digest what the hell I'm doing. These moments of self reflection usually lead me to think on events that got to said position that triggered reflecting and acknowledge all of the change that has happened around me and within me. It becomes surreal after a while if I dwell on it too much.

But for sure, I trip out on where I find myself sometimes. 10 years ago, 5 years ago, hell even last week. Things are constantly in motion and I've always been one to go with the flow. To be like water, to have no set form/shape and to adapt to my container. In doing that, I have been fortunate to continue growing as an individual and as a member of a community.

I've also had to eat my words here and there, but that's because I have mouth that's faster than my brain. I've learned most of my lessons through those experiences. But if there's one thing that I still seems outta place, it's my role in the immigrant rights, undocumented youth and in the last few years, labor movement. I never had aspirations to be an organizer in any shape or form. It was just something that sort of happened along the way.

I'm truly grateful for all of the experiences I've been able to share with numerous folks over the last few years, negative and positive. I've been privileged in being able to seamlessly go between one movement to another. Usually after I make the connections in my mind on how everyone is fighting for a kind of dignity and respect that takes on different shapes and forms.

Now more than ever my ambitions are focused on continuing to be part of the movement for social justice, and more importantly where I can plug myself in to contribute. This feeling of satisfaction is something I don't usually have because I can never get my shit together. But things are changing for the better though. Things are coming along and if everything keeps going the way they are, there are going to be some happy days ahead of me.