I'm Back In Fire Fighting Mode. This Is The Most Stressful Mindset To Be In. Why Is It Comfortable? Why

What am I doing?

Art by colormehappii

Consistency is not having 100% every single attempt, consistency is giving all you got every single attempt. Some days you might have 0.0001% to give. That’s okay! That doesn’t mean you won’t be successful. Consistency, success, healing, none of these processes are linear how we think they are.

Give it your best shot, that’s the most anyone can do. Maybe yesterday wasn’t your best day. That’s fine. At least you showed up. That’s the only thing we can ask of you.

Indigenous People's Day

I am an immigrant to the land of the Tongva, aka the Gabrieleno Band of Mission Indians.

Californians know this area as Los Angeles County, Orange County and the Channel Islands.

There's many photos and videos teaching and sharing their history and traditions on the website linked above. Here's one.

1. Is she a main character? YES.

2. Does this character fall in love with a white man? NO.

3. Does this character end up raped or killed at any point during the story? NO / NO.

Jax and Roki from Fancy Dance both pass The Ali Nahdee Test!

1/15/2025

What is going on? I'm on my phone more. I'm not doing the steps. Sleep is lacking. I'm not getting into motion. Discipline is falling apart in my mind. My thoughts are not positive. Why? How? When?

It's too much again? But last week it wasn't.

Reminders left by ancestors.

Woven Through Generations

Monica Zavala (Gabrielino/Tongva Nation, Acjachemen, and Mexican)

acrylic on canvas. 15” x 30”

When we engage in the art of hair braiding, we infuse it with the purity of our intentions, a gesture that takes on profound significance when it's the tresses of a beloved individual we weave. The act of braiding becomes a powerful symbol, as we intertwine three sections of hair, each one representing the mind, the body, and the spirit.

In my youth, my mother would lovingly braid my hair, creating cherished moments that have left an indelible mark on my heart. As the passage of time bestows maturity, I find myself continuing this timeless tradition by tenderly braiding her hair. In this cycle, we bridge the generations, preserving this beautiful connection that transcends both time and space. The hands that perform this act of love and tradition are mine, as I braid my mother's hair, perpetuating the legacy of our shared bond.