The only guidance on what is right is what makes sense to you in the moment and that will change day to day, moment to moment. Perhaps in an ideal world we have our daily, disciplined practice that we do not stray from but the reality is that like life, we cannot always curate the perfect conditions externally nor internally.

Here I was - 20 years old, eight months pregnant, handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car waiting to be transported to the local precinct for booking. To the officer on the scene, I was a simple statistic: an unregistered vehicle, a revoked license, a failure to comply. For me it was the final, crushing weight of a systemic collapse that had begun years earlier with a single car accident and a missed piece of mail.

I no longer exist in a state of needing to understand the narratives or wounding behind stories that have obviously impacted me throughout my life. But I remain curious about them.