Yeah. I keep trying to tell myself to break those mountains down into mole hills. And when I start seeing the sea of mole hills, I try to remind myself to just pick one and start.

And then there’s the perfectionism. Or at least the make it decent enough that it won’t break when I look at it.

Some days are better than others. I have learned to accept that and not give myself such a hard time about it.

I went to my first protest this year. It was even out of state. Huge win in my book.

~Not world changing. But it did change me.~