I woke-up with a start this morning, an overwhelming feeling that there was somewhere I needed to be and something I needed to do when in actual fact it was 6.30am and with no school run to attend to, I was good.
Then I made the rookie error of reaching for my phone and scrolling updates on the racist rioting escalating throughout the country for a full 30 mins. It feels like the UK is on fire right now, as a black person racism is always swirling and right now, its viscerally louder and more violent.
I eventually dragged myself away from phone and proceeded to make my tea as I do every morning. In doing so, I was reminded that this life I've built and continue to build was expensive. This peace is priceless and whilst outside forces are always going to impact it, reaching for my phone with sleep still in my eyes and my welcome to the new day being hatred against people who look like me simply because they look like me is not the one.
Whilst there is much I cannot control. The privilege I have of waking up in a home that is safe and secure. Where racist rioters aren't trying to bang down my door means that setting up my day in a way which resources me is one that I do have the freedom to control. And so control it, I must.
The reset looked like a mini arms workout (with baked bean cans as I'm yet to buy weights ; )), being present with my girls and planning joy into the day ahead.
Sending love to all my black and brown peeps, especially my Muslim folk. Stay safe.
