I'm volunteering with food not bombs, using my massive truck to haul free veggies. I'm stewarding the little free libraries in my area, picking up crates of donated books and putting them out for the poor black kids who lives in our neighborhood (the nicer neighborhoods LFLs are already full and never touched, of course...) I'm training with the SRA, learning how to use a gun, how to use Narcan, how to do trauma first aid. I'm providing supportive and low cost housing for a bunch of my queer friends. And under-market rents for a bunch of renters in my area. I'm transitioning my rentals to subsidized housing units. I'm growing more food, raising chickens, linking up with people to start a city-funded community garden and orchard. I don't feel like I'm doing enough. Because any minute now...
I'm making a lot of plans for my life right now. I'm starting to have a greater idea of where I want it to go than I ever have before. That's good in some ways, I guess, but the knowledge that things almost certainly won't go the way I'm thinking is scary. It shouldn't be, but it is.

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