My son thinks that babies can’t die, because they are little. I’d give anything to make that true.

It’s full moon. I am tired, or rather tethering between deep underlying exhaustion and bursts of creative and communicative energy, by which I mean the times when I actually reply to people’s emails. also, I missed my dance class today and feel this temporary loss.

I am in this strange space when I am doubting and second-guessing everything I say or do. Like being in a space with many amazing and creative people who care about anti-oppression and feel like I don’t belong there. No, worse, like no one wants me there, although everyone showed me nothing by kindness. I’ve met hundreds of new people over past year, yet something in me still can’t believe that people may be genuinely interested in me or seek out my company. I need to understand why and how this imposter syndrome flares up.