I’m grateful for the people who work day in and day out to move in that direction. I’m grateful for the people who take the brokenness and muck of the world as material to make people laugh. I’m grateful each time I learn how to be subversive with love. I’m grateful that I’m a woman.
Because when I was a little girl, I watched adult women flee and squeal when bees approached. It was conditioned into me as a gender role. Now, they sit on flowers centimeters from my face, doing their work while I do mine.