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If the Constitution gives us anything worth reclaiming, it is not proof that America has always been just. It is the language of an unfinished promise: “We the People,” “a more perfect Union,” and the obligation to keep widening who those words are allowed to include. At its simplest, our country is a place for all people. It is a place where all people should have protections and rights that allow them to become more fully themselves and pursue a better life.

I enter each year the same way. Quiet. Listening. My birthday sits in the first week of January, a placement I once resented and now treasure. While the year is still unformed, I take stock. What is working. What is failing. What I am being asked to carry forward and what I am being asked to release. While others set the goal of losing ten pounds, or waking up at 5 am on the dot. My first week is spent experimenting.

Today I had the most pleasant moment. I weighed myself for the first time in weeks. I am the heaviest I have been in my life yet I am not mad at my body. I have always struggled with my body and it’s figure and size. I always wanted to be more muscular but I was afraid of gaining weight. Then I decided to let go of the external pressures that were causing me stress. I let my body come to it’s homeostasis for the first time so I could see where my body naturally wants to exist

Slow Mornings I have been, at times in my life, a productivity whore. Ramming through life trying to show the world how much I can do. I did this because I like to work. I also had a belief ingrained in me that my value and definition as a human being came from how much and what I accomplished.  I was so very wrong. Over the last nine months I have really slowed down. I have found that with this each moment is more valuable. The time spent with a friend having coffee can seem