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Because today, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed or at least leave the apartment. Jumping from one job to another, one volunteer space to another, and one event to another has slowly taken it’s toll. My mind feels scattered and I found myself becoming increasingly less patient and less tolerant of anyone and everyone. This isn’t me. This isn’t the person I want to be.
As much as I love and want to be at San Quentin today, I had to remind myself to not feel guilty for taking a day to myself like this. That it’s okay to be selfish sometimes and do what I need to do to get my mind, body and spirit right. I can’t make positive changes or do good work if I’m not at my best.
I also had to remember that one shouldn’t be ashamed of or feel guilty for self-care/self-love.
How I would know I have found The One…
We would have a conversation exactly like this except:
(1) It was Batman instead of Superman and (2) he was doing it on his own and not because of his mama.
If this ever happens with someone, I would hubby the shit outta him.
EXCEPT THIS ISNT JUST A FUNNY HAHA SILLY HEADLINE GUYS
this is really important and is a really great program that teaches skills to inmates and allows them to basically receive group therapy while they are simultaneously learning a craft
IT IS ALSO REALLY RADICAL BECAUSE IT BREAKS NOT ONLY THE STEREOTYPE THAT INMATES ARE INCAPABLE OF BEING DECENT HUMAN BEINGS WHO CAN TALK OUT THEIR ISSUES AND HEAL AND BE FUNCTIONING MEMBERS OF SOCIETY BUT IT ALSO SHOWS THAT TRADITIONALLY GENDERED HOBBIES LIKE KNITTING ARENT JUST “FOR WOMEN” AND ARE ENJOYABLE FOR EVERYONE.
here is an from the above article
They started by knitting comfort dolls, which they gave to children removed from their homes because of domestic issues. Then they moved on to hats for kids at the inner-city elementary school many of the prisoners attended, Zwerling says. “If you look at them, they’re covered with tattoos, they’re rough looking, and many of the young guys don’t have all their teeth,” she says. “But it doesn’t feel rough. They’re very respectful and grateful and very happy to knit.”
THEY KNIT COMFORT ITEMS FOR ABUSED KIDS. THEY KNIT HATS FOR INNER-CITY CHILDREN.
this is a good program and i really hope that people actually look into it rather than just posting the headline and a silly image attached ok
original article - x
Seriously go read that article.
"What’s your biggest fear?"
"When did you feel most alone?"
"On weekend nights in college, sometimes I’d sit by myself in the corner of my dorm room with nothing but a little light on, while all my friends went out."
"Why didn’t you go out with them?"
"It’s hard to say."
I haven’t fully quenched my thirst for reading and knowledge in a long time.
"The American jets were called Phantoms, because they appeared out of nowhere, and by the time you saw the plane, the rockets were already heading toward you. My friend and I were doing maintenance on the machinery when our factory was bombed. We heard the plane coming and tried to run toward the coal vault, but before we got there a missile tore him in half."
"Do you remember the happiest moment of your life?"
"Every day when I get home from work."