Always Remember the Divine

  Today has been a day of compression. In a literal sense, I have new compression gear to compensate for myalgia (muscle pain) and support my weak spots and places where I have pain. In a figurative sense, I'm having one of those rare days where the reality of my disability is getting to me. The t-shirt is kind of ironic... I used to do backyard lifting between rugby seasons.   So I did something kind of stupid - a special kind of Shareeta stupid. I decided that I was going to put myself out there to do the most physically challenging service project available to me. I made a point to help my mom do all the shopping for her semester of culinary classes. We went to the restaurant supply and bought some 200 lbs of flour, 75 lbs of sugar, detergent for dishes and clothes, oil, syrup, molassses, canned products, frozen foods, 30 lbs of cheese, institutional sized cans of everything you can think of, cases of pasta, gloves, and well, you can probably imagine the rest. Let it ...

Looking more Rogue-ish every day...   For kicks and giggles, you could go back and probably map a timeline over the course of this blog of my 1) life confusion and 2) general obliviousness. Not to say I don't value myself and my perspective through all of those moments. On the contrary, I think it is precisely those perspectives and stages that I went through that validate and create space for other people to grow and learn through their struggles. No one's viewpoint is invalid, the angle from which they look at the truth is determined by where they stand . And the more angles we see the truth from, the better idea we have of what the truth looks like.   This blog has been my little slice of the truth, my little shout into the void of human expression. And, despite looking back on my growth and sometimes feeling embarrassed or frustrated, I stand by the assertion that what I have to say has value .   Full disclosure: the following piece is an argument informed by ...