Fear is the paralyzing agent,

What a year this week has been and other such refrains. How does anyone even keep up with everything and other implicit shrugs. I mean what can I even do and other ways of not doing.

In a month and a bit I will have done once again what I have often done before, which is leave my job without having another one lined up. This is a frankly ridiculous thing to do when you are an immigrant, the primary breadwinner, living in a country embroiled in political and social upheaval and staring down an economic recession.

Sometimes you have to leap, even and especially when you know there isn’t anything or anyone to catch you.

We mark years by the passage of days. We remember the season, remember the weather, remember the feeling. We celebrate, we commemorate, we grieve, we mourn. We keep up with what and who we prioritize. We do what we believe needs to be done.