Full Mooning at the beach
Full Mooning at the beach
Drove from Seattle to the OR coast yesterday then from the coast to Portland and back tonight to drop E. off at the train station. The bathroom lighting at the train station was so blue. I look exactly how I felt after that much driving. I think I’ve decided I need a haircut.
I haven’t written a poem in a long time. I can’t decide whether to cut my hair or watch it get wilder. Two core people in my Seattle life have moved/are moving to the Bay. I have keys to three other people’s houses on my key ring. And my own, and my car’s, and my job’s. I am terrified of losing them. My therapist who I don’t see anymore texted me yesterday about insurance and it was weird. Tomorrow we are driving to the ocean. This weekend at the beach is with my mom. Last weekend in the mountains was with my dad. Whenever I am outside the Pacific Northwest the mountains and coastline are what I miss most. There’s a poem in that. Yesterday I led the first meeting of the girls group at the “secure crisis residential center” at work. When we were wrapping up, I asked the girls to write me a list of things they’d like to talk about in future groups. One girl who hadn’t really wanted to participate in the group sat without writing for a long time and then wrote down one thing on her piece of paper. When I got back to my office with all their lists, I unfolded hers. In the middle of the page in tiny writing she had printed “what to do when you have a problem, and ways you could react to it.” And it was good to be reminded of why I want to stay here doing this even though the politics are hard. My heart wanted to rush back out the door, back to the house, and just hug her.
I learned today that Bad Feminist is entering its fifth printing. It is gratifying to see the book selling so well. Thank you for reading. Thank you for engaging with my ideas. Thank you for recommending the book to your friends. Thank you.
Lucy McKeon reviewed both An Untamed State and Bad…
I wrote an email to my supervisor about something I was upset about that she did [told me before I accepted the position she could supervise me toward licensure, actually she’s not qualified to] and didn’t want to sound upset but also didn’t want to demure; today I had a meeting with her and it was mostly about the email and how she felt like my tone was “demanding” because I didn’t “just say ‘hey! could you help me with this?’” … I intentionally didn’t write a “hey!” email to her because I want to be able to use this email as documentation with HR if the situation isn’t resolved. So annoyed at the cliche of this being just another (small) example of how social service agencies perpetuate oppression and treat their employees like shit. I went back and reread the email and it is capital P professional. But because I didn’t buddy up, I’m “demanding.”
Chani Nicholas (capricorn weekly horoscope)
Listening to Ariana Grande while picking curriculum for the girls’ group I’m going to start facilitating next week at work.