On Saturday I went to a Peace Rally in my city. The #MyBlackHasAPurpose event was the first of its kind that I had ever attended. I was restless leading up to it. I couldn’t sleep the night before. I knew how I hoped and prayed it would go, but what if? What if? What if??... My husband and I decided to attend as a family, which only led to another layer of uncertainty... I was unsure about a lot of things. Yet, I knew none of my questions would be answered if I didn’t do the one thing that would lead to all the rest: I needed to show up and take that first step.
How can this feel right when we have been urged and instructed to stay home unless absolutely necessary as an effort to flatten the curve? When our schools have been cancelled for the remainder of this year (through May at the very least), and we’re learning to teach our children against the background of a pandemic? When healthcare providers and a myriad of other essential workers are putting themselves at risk to continue doing their job? How does one comprehend this when Georgia still has a shelter-in-place order through April 30th, but the supposed good news is we can break free a little early in order to get our nails and hair did?