I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately. Also, ego and commitment and hope and rootedness—the interconnectedness of all things. But I keep coming back to change. Maybe it is because I turned 30 this year and often find myself repeating Psalms 119:32 and 90:12 like breath prayers nestled somewhere deep in my subconscious.

First things first. Remove anything on your body involving buttons, zippers, or hooks and put on the stretchiest, coziest items in your closet. You should be as comfortable as possible right now, and even though your button-fly jeans are very hip and make your rear end look like a fashion model’s, you deserve to take a deep breath and inhabit as much physical space as you need to;

A random assortment of the holy and the hilarious, just in time for the weekend.

Our vote is one of the ways we cry loud and long for the world to become a kinder, more equitable place for everyone. The choice is ours to make, to leverage our privilege on behalf of others, or to hoard it for ourselves. This truth is always at the forefront of my mind: no matter what, I cannot take anything with me—I can only decide what kind of world I leave behind.

During a virtual meeting this week, my supervisor brought up that we have officially spent more time working from home than we spent working in our office in 2020. 19 weeks and counting, which is totally surreal to me. Craig and I are both pretty stubborn homebodies under normal circumstances, but these days, we rarely leave the house unless it is to buy more toothpaste or get takeout.