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I'm going to get back into this

Hello World Wide Web,

Zuri here again. Was looking back at some of my past post (both drafts and published. Plan to post those draft today, because today they seem important). Sitting here in 2020, a few years from my previous post (let's face it, it's been ages), so much has changed again. I was going to write about it, but it's a lot to process right now, so I will go with a trusty bullet list:

  • I got married to my best friend. And while I've experienced some of the best moments of our lives with Kezia, marriage has been rough. A tug of war of compromise and a new and scary world of self discovery that I wasn't prepared for. But everyday (particularly during my 50 days of quarantine) I get up and think of Kezia and wonder how we can make our lives even better. 
  • Yoga has allowed me to find a lot of peace I was seeking with my own body. I started following Yoga with Adriene about a year ago and now when I don't start my day out with yoga, I don't feel complete. Don't ask me why my black militant ass started following this white woman yogi. Maybe it's because she randomly quotes Bone Thugs and Harmony and makes Wu-Tang references that makes me believe her. Either way, the yoga is definitely real. 
  • The world of beer has been a hobby of unexpected self discovery (as much as it wasn't welcomed and I really didn't own up to this discovery until now). A large part of that discovery: white privilege lies and resides even in the fun shit. Damon Young in "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger" describes his relationship to a pick up basketball game he participates in that perfectly describes how I feel about craft beer currently. I'm still processing these thoughts as well. It hasn't deterred me from brewing in the least bit. But before I was brewing for the enjoyment of others in the beer community, who for a lot of them, don't look like me and share my experiences when it comes to beer and also alcohol. I'm not really planning on brewing anything that would be called "beer" according to the Reinheitsgebot rules, but it's shit that my people like and I so do I. 
  • I also realize there are a lot of things that I don't talk about that are really important and big parts of my life. And I don't talk about them due to stigma. Like sex. I really like talking about sex (well writing about it. I goof like everyone else when it comes to talking about it with my partner. God forbid with anyone else). Or cannabis (which is all I will say now). Or mental health and how I struggle with it and how god damn important it is for us all to get our minds right. 
  • Also, lots more hair....EVERYWHERE! It's pretty dope. 
But all this to say that, I'm making a public announcement (if to no one but myself) to write more and tell my story. Been watching Hoarders a ton during quarantine and one of the pieces you can always expect is that there is going to be a public admission of a need for change by the hoarder. This is my pubic admission. I want to relate to other people's human experience, but more so, I just want there to be a record that I existed and that people like me exist. Because it seems like if I don't do it, everything around me will say that not only I didn't exist, but that I was a monster. I mean isn't that how it goes now? Trans people don't exist, and yet, we are the worst thing to happen. Where they do that at?

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