COCOONING
April 18, 2016

a weekend spent cocooning 
for no known reason
hiding out in twisted sheets
a metaphor for my twisted needs
loneliness visiting, but no desire
to reach out to cease it slapping me
comfort food and tv
sleeping more than i knew i could
from an exhaustion that just snuck up
out of no where to tackle me
bad feelings turn worse in this
tupperware of comfort
the morsels of guilty bacteria
turning to full blown mold
that spread across the articles
of cells that reach from skin down to
soul; speechless and dried out
i rode it out and come monday
morning's alarm, fought off every
excuse not to rise, to make it in to
work on time
10 buckets of caffeine and some peppermint
for sniffing...
ill be back up on the horse again

**************

COCOON
January 9, 2018

i was about to use the metaphor
about the caterpillar and the cocoon
the butterfly emerging

but i don't feel like a butterfly emerging
so perhaps i'm just starting to build
the cocoon

i know who i was
but i don't yet know
​how i am to become

*************

it seems i've been here before

when my parents announced their separation
it came as a shock

in the subsequent afternoons, driving home from school
my mind drifted to the oft heard statistic

50% of marriages end in divorce

ours was a religious home
a family that prayed together, stayed together

until we didn't
and then many of us prayed harder

and my father bought and blew a shofar
--got really into the old testament

my mother moved into an apartment across town

my brother was off at college

it was just me and my dad
and his shofar

until it wasn't

until it was a night here and there
that he didn't come home

and it was just me praying
and it was God I thought I heard speaking
telling me to go to Italy

and so, I went
and when I came back home

my dad's shofar was replaced
with a blonde, new wife and mother of three

and my stuff was in boxes

it was out with the old
and in with the new

and there was an awkward
really painful year

and at the end of that year
a new statistic came true

1 in 3 don't have a Dad
in their lives

and that 1 was me

When I lived in LA, I tried to play the game. This was before social media was as dominant as it is now. I didn't have an instagram or twitter yet. I had a Myspace for the first few years and a barely used Facebook. The game was different then. We were still figuring out what mattered and how much. What mattered was IMDB ratings. It was who you knew in person, rather than online. It was how you looked in person, rather than online. I tried to look the part. Thin. I worked at that. Lived solely on some Nutri-System or another for a year. Eating terrible, dry, pre-packaged...cancer, probably. I ran and hiked and once, boxed at a Korean gym. I did one of those women-centric gyms and then had to pretend to move out of the country to get out of my contract when I didn't have the money to pay it. 

I did agent showcases. I mailed pictures of my face. I acted every chance I got--in student films (high school and college), in plays, in scenes, in rooms, in front of my own camera and friends cameras. I drove all over the place and smiled kindly at the most ridiculous requests. I mimed navigating a space ship. I auditioned for a puppet who cruelly condescended me. I hawked magic cloths and mister sticky's in live in-store infomercial performances at every store in a 60 mile radius of Los Angeles. I studied my craft. I shelled out money by the fistfuls. I played the game. 

But I guess, even then, at my most earnest attempts, even then, there was a rebel in me who rebuffed the rules and held a middle finger to the expectations of me as a player. I shaved my head. That couldn't have helped. Tall, thin, white, lady buzz-head isn't exactly a marketable "type." I'm still glad I did it though--it was a great lesson in self-discovery...letting go of hair, letting go of how much others care about your hair. My hair grew back. I kept at it. Auditions, showcases, mailings. Money out, money out, money out--LOOK AT ME! LET ME IN THE BIG ROOMS! Classes, workshops, internships. Money out, money out, look at me... Nevertheless, I "lost" the game. Had to bow out. Deeply in debt, unable to pay my rent or put gas in my car. A couple years of big tax bills I couldn't pay. I listed everything I owned for sale, measuring their dimensions using my 8x10 headshots. 

You always hear these stories about big stars who moved to the city with $20 in their pocket, lived in their car, sold and bought back their furniture, but then hit their "big break." You start to think that's all it takes. Hanging in, come hell or high water, until that inevitable "big break," but you never stop to think about all the millions of stories you don't hear about all the millions of people throughout the years who moved to LA whose "big break" never came, who wound up genuinely homeless, who had to go back to the mid-west, who got "real jobs" or simply, literally died trying without ever getting there. Those people don't get book deals, don't go on late night talk shows and tell their stories. But they're out there, by the truck loads, those stories. More common than not. Not that it would have mattered if I'd considered it beforehand, considered I might not "make it," I would have had to do it all anyway...because you never know what luck might shine on you if you only try, if you just show up. So, I showed up, I tried, and I failed. I couldn't make them notice me. I could never get in the rooms where it happens.

I drove out of the smog-filled traffic of the city of angels, over the mountains, into the desert and half-way across the country with my tail between my legs and scuttled into my Mother's house in Springfield, MO. The dawn of the social media age was upon us. Twitter, instagram, facebook, snapchat, youtube, blogs, vlogs...a whole new world where your follower count alone could get you in the rooms where it happens. A world where you could photoshop and filter your appearance into oblivion and get free cloths and earn lots of money from a digitally edited version of your appearance. The word "influencer" would rise to stand side by side with "celebrity." There was a way now to play the game no matter where you lived. 

But now... it was like when I came back from Italy--where I'd gone on my Joan of Arc mission, assigned by God, or so I thought, to witness to people, only to come home utterly broken of my Bible-belt shell and trying to figure out what I really believed about the world with the new information and life experiences I had gained....and I came home and went back to Church and suddenly felt sick to my stomach, struck by the hypocrisy, the arrogance and ignorance of it all. It was like that now with the game. I couldn't play it sincerely anymore. Chasing money and success and validation and opportunity... I couldn't believe in the higher power of it all anymore. I couldn't have hope in there being "more"--it just wasn't out there. All there is is now, is this, is what you've got and what you choose to do with it. So I could spend the rest of my life chasing yes's...or I could just give myself one big YES to do and make whatever I want whenever I want and be okay with the possibility that the audience never shows up for me and my art, that I create in oblivion and never receive recognition...but at least this way, I create. And that is the necessary thing for me, to live, I must create. So I create. 

And when people talk of how I'll "make it"...how I'll win awards one day...I put on that old familiar smile that is for their benefit, and inside I shave that expectation down to a buzz cut. It doesn't matter if I ever do..."make it," win awards... am I still creating? That's the only question there is. Am I being challenged and stimulated? Am I loved for me, aside from my creations? Am I creating in new exciting ways? Am I learning? Am I growing as an artist? Am I having honest conversations about the human experience? Am I articulating feelings? Am I contributing something of some kind of value? Am I full? Am I energized by it all still? That's all.

I can't care about followers. I'm not Jesus. I don't need disciples. I don't need or want fame. I don't invite that level of scrutiny into my life. I don't need to climb some ladder of perceived success. I don't need trinkets that say I'm the best--I don't believe there is such a think in art as "the best." I DO want money to create, but I feel no motivation beyond waking up and doing day jobs to get the minimum amount of it I need to scrape by. I'm too high on creative ideas to be grounded in the reality of finances. I'm easily distracted by my ideas and fulfilling them. If I could really get it together...I would learn how grants work, I would go that route perhaps. Really...I just don't want to beg anyone to let me do what I've figured out I'm going to do anyway. I'll create, no matter what. And that's enough. That's enough because it's all there really, really is. Big house, no house, big crowd, no crowd, big money, no money...it's all the same at the root, and the big stuff, the success stuff is just a different noise, a different distraction than the noises and distractions of no stuff. 

How I go forward from here: Fuck the noise...just create. Head down. Create. Come, don't come. I'm doing this thing. It's how I choose to live my life. I am owner and audience. And you don't have to get it. We all just have to live to the fullest truths of our heart. 

​i don't want to love you
i don't want to like you
i don't want to get used to you
i don't want to get comfortable
or excited to see you
i don't want to pine for you
--to long for you when i'm not near you
i don't want you

because

i already do
and i know that you're one
step out the door of this town
and every time i'm reminded of that
it's like an electric shock to my heart
my stomach drops
and i feel the urge to
run away

also: it's complex because
i want the best for you
i want you to go--
think it will be good for you

but i don't know where that leaves us
besides lonely, longing, miserable, crying

and i don't want to go through that again
so i think i'll just

convince myself that
i don't care
don't love
don't like
don't want

i'll steal away more
time for myself
when all i want to do
is be with you

i'll punish myself 
with solitude now
to keep from getting 
too close to you

...

oh, who am i kidding
i've never been one for
self-control
i'll see you as much and 
as often as i can

i'll find new ways
to love you
to like you
to show you

i'll fall deeper
i'll get more excited
more comfortable
i'll feel it

and when you go
i'll cry
but i wont die
i'll limp
but i wont quit
and i'll create

like i always do

and que sera sera

i'll love you
anyway

I had a blast telling this true(ly humiliating) story for Chatty Cathy (a monthly all-women's storytelling event) about the first time I attempted to have sex.

I am frightened
often
by the callings 
of my heart
that soul purpose
stuff 
that beats its demands
upon my palms
like, "Rise up 
and follow this path,
sister!"
When mostly I'd 
rather swallow that
saliva, sit down
and wait for
my fate to
run its course
in the background
while I soak up
the comfort of
my cool sheets.
I do not want to
confront the 
injustices of my time.
I do not want to put
a lifetime of effort
into a career of "No's."
I do not want to give up
my peace and quiet to
parent a babe. 
I do not want to be
vulnerable and brave
enough to admit
my human attractions,
or let love in.
And yet...
I do.
Oh, my gosh.
I do. I do, so much
want those things.
My insides demand
these things of me
and I say with such
slowness, "Okay,"
and "One day."
I try to stall.
I'm as lazy as 
I am tall.
I resist my callings.
I argue with them
before I accept them.
I resent having a voice
and a well-body sometimes.
I am ungrateful and can be
unkind to the abilities present
within me.
Because it is a responsibility.
And I am tired.
And I have no reason to be tired,
I just am. Fatigued.
And so I must daily find ways--
midst often failing--to revitalize
my energies and my motivation
to keep myself from falling horizontal
into complacent waiting for my
luck of living to run out.
I have to tell myself, "There is time."
And, "Get up."
And ask, "What do you really believe
and why?" And remind myself of the 
responsibility of those beliefs and
act accordingly, and fail more, and feel
that, and still get up again to try again.
I don't always know how to do it.
I don't always try my best.

But I will always try again.

Historical distance
allows for an anger 
that gets blinded in today's
gaze; a rage that
the confident, yet timid
can feel safely
because it requires
no action.
The past was bad,
but the bad has past.
We are awakened now.
Reaping the benefits
of our grandparent's
protests. 
But, no. That is not true.
Injustice persists, and
still we sit. We say,
in hindsight with such
confidence, "The holocost
this, and slavery that, pilgrims 
and Native Americans, the Japanese
internment camps--"
the horror of those atrocities
we wear like the dated, rusty
souvenirs of our elder relations
that have been passed down--
they remain valuable in sentiment
only, as data, dates to remember;
because we do not recall
the visceral, humanity of those
tragedies, nor the hum-drum
monotony of the daily life
and times of those whose 
lives like yours and mine,
assisted in allowing such
tragedies to occur,
by doing nothing. 
But, lo, we have our own.
Here in 2018.
In the United States of America.
We have our own.
In the world; we have our own.
But understanding what is going on,
being informed, caring, and being outraged
is to accept responsibility for your part in
our shared existence.
To be angry is to say, "I cannot accept this, so
therefore I must take action."
And action is inconvenient, time-consuming, messy.
And there are myriad distractions
to help you look away...
to feign naive ignorance, but--
Hey, hello. I see you.
I saw you look the other way.
You caught injustice in the side of your eye,
as did I--together we both ignored it for a while
hoping others would fight that fight,
but now here we are. 
And we must look at it,
at the environment our inaction has 
allowed to permeate.
We have ignored it for too long.
Injustice is embedded into the DNA of the USA,
yes, but that doesn't mean we should
stop working for a cure. 
Start by becoming one less symptom
of this oft-corrupt and unbalanced system
of States we hope to see one day as truly
United and for the good of all who
call its land a home.

upon the near-end of my life
do not look at me with sympathy 
in your eyes, nor surprise
at my life of soul-mate-less love

for the whole of my existence 
i have carried upon my back
the weight of your expectations
for my discovery of love as a loss

i have mourned every step
of my days for a love i expected to come
that did not come my way
i have shamed myself for being inadequate

i have cried, where i might have otherwise found 
reason to praise; my loneliness was not defined by me, but for me
and never gave me the chance to discover all the good
that being alone has done for me

where you coupled faught and spat
hit and manipulated, contorting yourselves 
into public and private personas--sure, i do
not deny some loves are healthful and strong, but
you must confess not all, or even most, last so
long as my loneliness has--and in my loneliness,
look past what you conceit of as deficits, to find
with me all the many benefits

i am free to explore every thought and interest
without courteous split; my time is my own
i sleep uninterrupted, and flirt when flirting hits
my friendships retain unlimited depths

my support is multi-sourced and not just
in one house; i dine with friends under candlelight
and where i crave, I ask; and where i spare it, i give
my love is spread communally

i live in a vulnerable state that has made me strong
there have been times of illness where i've sung a different song
but i survived, and in that survival tamed a perspective
that lends me able and willing to be paged
in others crisis' 

besides, one love, nary how deep
does not keep you safe
it is always in community that we find our
most powerful strength

the married, the coupled,
these are not the first nor final aim
to attain; i am not missing a limb of life
by not losing my name

i am not half of a whole
i am whole, autonomously so
and i have lived and i have loved
in no more or less grand a way than 
any other

I had a slow work day, so I had some time to gaze internally for a bit and think about who I am, how I live, who I want to be and how I want to live. I have felt some sense of "floating off" from reality lately coupled with some prolonged depressive periods, and what I have been doing in my work to come back from that is journal my daily events to track patterns of thought. This has proved grounding, but I feel that in order to move forward I need to really understand what my core values are.

What I mean by Core Values is that these are the things I believe to be true, and the standards I vow to hold myself to---while recognizing they are not universal values and I cannot expect these of others, only demand them of myself. Yet, these are value that, if I had the ability to invent humans from scratch, I would instill on every model of human. 

Core Values (a working draft):

1. All living things are to be treated with respect and kindness. 

I started by saying "all humans" but then thought of animals. I hesitated thinking about some humans, humans who have done horrendous things, but then I think about what I know about how humans become humans who do horrendous things (biology, environment, trauma), and I think that, largely, even humans who have done horrendous things should be treated with respect and kindness. Which is not to say they should not be punished, or that justice should not be served--but I think the ways in which we do this, must be done with respect and kindness in order to be truly effective. It is an uncomfortable thing for me to think, and I do not think even doing this would necessarily help all or maybe even most people who have done horrendous things not continue to do horrendous things, but I believe it is the only chance for some and I certainly do not think punishing violence with violence ever stops the cycle of violence or teaches peaceful conflict resolution.

I then started to write "deserve"--as in, "deserve to be treated with..."--but stopped because I think that is the wrong word. I don't think it's about deserving anything. Desert implies that we earned something, that something is owed to us for some action. That's not really what I believe. I think regardless of actions committed, regardless of any and all things, all living things should be treated with respect and kindness. That is what I believe to be true and right, above all. So, this is core value number one.

Now, what precisely do I mean by "respect" and "kindness"? What are the exact borders and required actions for those words? Words, beautiful though they may be, are merely a mirage until we clearly articulate and accept the responsibility of the implied commitments we are promising when we say things.

*Respect: For this word, what I require of myself towards all livings things, is that I always obtain consent, when in doubt and where possible, before touching or asking about personal things. I respect others autonomy and ownership of their bodies and their lives. I take their words as honest communication. I start from the assumption that what they tell me is being told without malcontent and is accurate from their perspective. I respect their body, their space, their personal belongings, their words, their past, their hearts, and their hurts. I do not purposely cross these boundaries without their willing consent. I meet all living things as an equal and attempt to treat all not merely as I would want to be treated (for I have my own personal preferences that I cannot assume onto others who have their own based on their own lives), but I treat all with the same respect for their body, soul, mind, space, and time. And if I accidentally step over those boundaries, I own the hurt and damage caused and make amends to the best of my ability in a way appropriate for that particular being. In other words, Respect also means "do no harm."

*Kindness: For this word, the dictionary defines it as being of a "sympathetic or helpful nature" of a "forbearing (*patient, restrained) nature" to give "relief or pleasure." For myself, what I require of my kindness towards all living things is to lead my interactions with others from a place of "how can I understand?" and "how can I help?" It requires blinding myself to the assumptions that follow all the ways we label ourselves and others as humans. It requires a loss of generalizations on any type of person. It requires all person-hood be met with the same kindness and respect.

Now, for self-protection, I would like to add into this definition that just because I believe all living things are to be treated with respect and kindness, does not mean I am required to go out of my way to proactively deliver kindness and respect to others. It also does not mean that I, personally, am required to forgo my own safety when someone else is not respecting my being to provide them kindness first. What it does mean--taking an example of the incident in the grocery store parking lot where a man followed me trying to get me to let him fix my car and when I asked him to leave me alone he said, "What--do you think I'm going to rape you? No offense but your not pretty enough to rape." Taking this incident where I did not feel safe and was not being treated with respect or kindness. I did not forgo my safety to stop and see how I could help this man, how I could understand this man, how I could provide relief for this man. And I also believe I handled it in the best way I could--by stating I was not interested and wished to be left alone. So, while all living things are to be treated with respect and kindness, perhaps the subtitle of this core value is that it should not be done at the expense of personal safety. It should also be acknowledged and understood by me that just because I approach others with respect and kindness does not mean that they owe me anything in return, or that they are capable of, at that moment in their life, for whatever reason, extending the same back to me. 

*A final, difficult note regarding Respect & Kindness: Gossip, generalizations, and name-calling are rarely productive and always violate this rule. I understand that sometimes it feels like a relief to call, for example, President #45 or his supporters  derogatory remarks. And certainly President #45 is quick to use them himself towards others. But what does this accomplish? Nothing productive. I am allowing myself to criticize policy and back it up with reasons and site facts. To vote--a must. To have discussions with others where I meet them first as a human who deserves respect and kindness, not as a democrat or republican, or any other label. This is hard. This is very, very hard. This is nearly impossible sometimes--and in those times, perhaps the best, most productive thing I can do is simply to walk away. But also, I honestly feel we, as a society, have made it too easy to divide ourselves into "us" vs. "them" thinking, and completely taken out the critical discussions that must exist to unite the two on some, if not all grounds. I am not delusional--I do not believe it is possible for the entire world to suddenly adopt a new way of thinking and communicating with each other, but for myself--the only one I can control--I must require this of myself. It is what I believe is the right way to approach discourse. After-all, before any of us were republicans or democrats, Christians, Muslims, Atheists, etc. before it all, we were humans. And I must fight to remember the humanity in my fellow humans of all kinds through it all. I will require that of myself.

Generalizations are popular these days and while I am "generally" (haha) against them, I do feel they have served a purpose in making it known that a disproportion number of women face harassment and abuse by men, a disproportionate number of black people face abuse by police, etc. These generalizations rose by countless individual stories piling on top of each other and a growing frustration by the hurt parties and communities of these actions that these maltreatment's were being silenced and swept under rugs for far too long. The use of these generalizations was to bring attention to the disproportionate injustices in a way that could no longer be ignored due to the "bad seed" argument and alluded instead to a systemic problem that was far-reaching. In this way, I feel generalizations have been productive, but I fear that the more comfortable people get in making generalizations, the more we will become divisive and less productive at actually solving the issues that the generalizations helped bring to light. I understand the benefit, but I am cautious of the risk of closing off the much needed lines of communication to actually enable change, rather than a simple chastisement and decent into fear and chaos.

As an example: If a kid does something wrong... something he has seen his brothers do and get away with, his friends do and get away with, something he is learning is not only okay but expected of him as a kid. And one day his Mother catches him and spanks him and shames him and grounds him for a week, without explaining what he did wrong, trying to understand why he did it and working together to find better ways to deal with those situations. Is that kid going to understand what he did wrong and not want to do it again? Or is he going to internalize that negative response, bitter because he was shamed for doing something others got away with, that he felt he was doing merely  to "fit in"... Is he going to lash out? Become a better liar? Sneakier? Ideally all parents and caregivers help their kids learn right and wrong by teaching through exploring the "why's" but in reality, this is not something I can reasonably assume is taught for a multitude of reasons. So, whether I like it or not, whether it is fair to me or not, sometimes, if I really do want change, I will have to teach those lessons, explain those why's. I can't just call someone a name and block them--I mean, I can, and sometimes I certainly even should block them (safety first!), but I can't assume everyone has even a basic understanding of how to put themselves in someone else's shoes and see things from another perspective. That would be nice, but in my experience it frustratingly isn't reality. I vow not to make generalizations and to speak up in teachable moments.

        2. Safety First!
This core value is born out of the idea that I cannot take care of others if I am in crisis. If I am on fire, physically or emotionally, I cannot put anyone else's fires out. I have to save myself first. In this respect, the "Safety First" core value is more than just simply about attending to my own crisis moments first, but also about maintaining my well-being. In other words, don't just run your car until it's out of gas and you're stranded on the side of the road (or in line at Sonic, LOL) and have to flag down assistance. I need to be regularly checking in with myself and my own well-being. If I am  getting low, I need to be proactive about taking care of myself. Even if I am physically healthy and mentally healthy, I can have harmful beliefs I may not be aware of, so I need to learn to spot check for blinders. As a white American woman who grew up in the conservative Bible belt in a fairly healthy, loving home...I have a lot of blinders I have had to shed and many more to shed. I have to actively seek out other points of view to expand the ways I can understand other points of view, empathize, not cause more harm and hopefully be able to help others. If I am not in a good place, I am not going to be able to do that. I am not going to be able to be that self-aware, that self-less, and that proactive if I am existing in survivor mode. Which is actually also important to keep in mind if I am in a teaching moment with someone who is not treating me with respect or kindness, who is determined to see me as a label of something rather than a fellow human...keep in mind, they may be in survivor mode. They may not be able to, in that moment, see beyond a rage that at its core is rooted in something much deeper and more dire than whatever moment I think I am in with them. In this case, if I cannot help them, if they will not let me help them with their fire, the kindest and most respectful thing I may be able to do is to walk away and let them find the help they can accept in someone else. I could not help that man in the parking lot, who if taken respectfully at his word, needed work so badly he was desperately following people in a parking lot, without putting myself into a potentially unsafe situation, and he could not accept my boundaries, so I had to get away and hope that someone else could attend to him in a way that was safe for them both. 

     3. Just because I do not understand something, does not mean it's bad or wrong.
I am not the authority on all living things and lives. My experiences and personal preferences are simply the starting point to which I relate to people, not the standard by which I judge people, or the end point of what I am capable of appreciating or learning more about. If something is not endangering or hurting someone, it is not my place to speak negatively about it. This includes the way people present themselves, the way they live and love, the beliefs they hold, the work they make and words they say. Every time I have a snap judgement on someone, I will work to repeat this value to myself as a reminder that I am not the authority, that no one gains by my judgement, that in fact we all lose when we judge someone else's lives instead of seeking to understand them, or if that is not possible for whatever reason, simply carrying on to focus on the things that bring joy and productive growth.

     4. I am responsible for expressing my feelings and teaching others how best to love me. 
So much pain in my life is my own responsibility and that is hard to accept. I feel hurt about things people have done or not done and I hold them responsible for that pain... when I never even expressed it to the person or gave them the opportunity and tools to learn how to love me in the ways that impact me most. I cannot expect that anyone else knows what I am feeling or thinking. I am responsible for expressing those internal things. I do no one any favors by "sucking it up" and "moving on" while secretly holding onto small slights that slowly snowball internally into much larger conflicts. It is not loving to deny others my whole self for the sake of trying to protect them from any discomfort. This is probably the hardest value for me accept and to actualize in my life. My default is to tuck in any negative emotions I have and tend to the needs of others, but what am I actually accomplishing when I do this? Teaching myself and my loved ones that I do not value my feelings and they shouldn't either? That I am OK with being treated in ways they may not even realize are harmful to me? They love me, I have to tell myself this, they love me and do not want to hurt me, so the kind and respectful thing to do is for me to tell them when they hurt me so they learn what hurts me. It would be easier if we were all hurt by the same things, if we all had the same wounds, if we all knew where the bombs were located...but life is not that easy. We are all different, we all hurt in different spots, we all have different injuries and we have to learn these about each other in order to care for each other. And the way we learn this about each other, is by communicating it to each other. I am responsible for expressing my feelings. And in order to do so, I must first be responsible for learning to how to value my feelings and the space they take up in my relationships. This is scary to me. I fear that if I say someone has hurt me, that simply saying that will hurt that person and that will be my fault and that person will walk out of my life. This is why I hide my feelings, but I do not believe that is healthy or even kind to those who really do love me and are capable of loving and respecting me in a healthy way. I must work to actualize this value. 

I am sure my core values will evolve and find new additions. I hope they do. But for now, I will start here. I will vow to these and hold myself accountable.