On Thursday June 2, 2016 I started crying as I was heading to bed. I was tired from my work week and having post-convention blues. It happens sometimes when I leave a really great counterculture space and wish that life outside of those great spaces was a little more equitable and queer.
I cried because I resented the 5 hours of driving I’d be doing Sunday for The Big Meeting. I cried because I doubted that I can do this ride, fundraise enough, belong. Everything.
I cried because I’m feeling the crunch on the history course I’m finishing and the degree I have yet to get.
I cried about changes in my paid work, about my parenting, about some folks close to me who are going through some truly terrible times.
I sobbed. It was pretty hideous and went on for a few hours.
I wanted to drop out of the ride and hide in a hole until the summer was over. Not a great night. I decided I’d go to the meeting on Sunday and if I still felt this way I’d drop from the event.
Part of what has been bothering me is trying to understand why I signed up for the event. Partly it was to ride with awesome people and have an adventure. It was also about reclaiming HIV/AIDS activism in a way that is healthy for me. Those are reasons that make sense to me.
A big part is ego, I love the attention of engaging in physical events, I love impressing people with my feats. Those are pretty shitty reasons to do things.
I’m glad to say I got a lot out of going to Toronto on Sunday. It wasn’t the meeting content. Susan was there and we connected with another teammate Joh for post meeting socializing.
So I’m back in the saddle again, riding 100 km to meet the deadline for being able to do that distance. My fundraising has gotten a kick in the seat of the pants thanks to generous friends & family. If you’d like to sponsor me click here!
Also, Susan does a great job modeling the t-shirt. So please do buy blog swag if you are so moved, net proceeds go to our team fundraising for PWA Toronto.
