new bag. holla.
the more time that i spend in princeton, the more that i realize how i've changed. a few days ago i used the term "evolve" to describe the slow changes that have occurred in the last month and a half and i feel that it's the most fitting. on friday, i put aside twenty years of fear (or around 17, since i'm guessing i didn't know enough to fear needles in the womb) and got my ears pierced. two of three girls from waynesburg, who were staying at the foundation as a pit stop during their cross-country journey to end the "r" word, joined Liz, Imani, Tyia, and myself for the occasion. sitting on a hospital gurney (going for that medicinal look i guess?) in a lime green room, some dark haired chick with sick tattoos prepped me to face two of my biggest fears: needles and earrings in general. although i made it through without bursting into tears, my usual post-stress fainting happened and i was able to add another fainting location to my list. trenton-check. laughing over pizza and stories after, i felt the relief of someone who has pushed themselves to be what they were called to be all along. the rest of the weekend flew by pretty quickly, resulting with a new vintage coach bag for twelve bucks and a decent night's sleep on sunday.
work has been going well this week as we head into the homestretch. tonight Imani and i went to the princeton student film & video festival and i saw a bunch of clips that continued to reiterate what i've known all along: every day that we live, we grow.
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