Action

So, I am doing a quick border run to Chile tomorrow (Saturday).

There are topics during a week that eat everything around them. My mind goes to Ms.PacMan eating all the dots and fruit in the dimly lit pizzerias of my childhood. Getting this Work Visa has been like that too. All the dots and fruit of my current life going into its mouth and me running around the board navigating and navigating.

I am grateful to know what my priorities are. I am grateful for the ongoing privlidge of hopping up and doing this. I am grateful to let this little yellow shaped monster eat the content of my day for this period of time. Then, mercifully, things will change.

I am learning that action, that jumping up, is often not the norm in human contexts.

Hopping up and doing something because you can and you are modivated. Wanting something then getting it is also uncommon. This means that disruption is what´s different. The fabric of this outfit of ruckus-makers is action. It is what separates the decision to let a health system continue to work and let people die of a preventale disease and those that say no, that is unacceptable.