This morning, I woke up with a sense of enthusiasm I haven’t felt upon awakening in months.
(I’m a morning person, to be clear. Historically, I’m up and singing at 4 a.m.)
I told my husband, Anthony, that it felt weird but welcome.
Two hours after wondering aloud about the “why,” it hit me: I didn’t spend all day peeking at news on Twitter!
Instead of compulsively tracking news worth following, I took my seven-year-old, Li’l D, to a DSA-LA meeting. We could only stay for an hour, but I felt more hopeful after that meeting than I’ve felt in months.
(We need each other, y’all. There’s joy in each other!)
Afterward, D and I had lunch before catching The King and I at Hollywood’s The Pantages. We then snuggled throughout the show, except when D was rapt (and thus less wiggly) during its retelling of Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
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