Rabbit holes

Three of them, and this is the only way I can get a handle on the last handful of days.

One: I just spent two and a half days training sex workers to tackle media and public communications in a confident, strategic way. It was beautiful, and I got misty eyed more than once watching everyone in the group support each other and provide feedback for one another. It seemed like everyone got a lot out of the training, which is good because I put all my heart and soul and unsleeping time into this project. I am so proud that Speak Up is now three years old, and that there are requests for more trainings that I'll be doing this year.

Two: There were four more bodies discovered in the Long Island serial killer case last week, and I have done a few hard and heartbreaking interviews about the case. There was a meta moment in this too, in which I had to pause an interview role play during Speak Up to take a real press call. I was misquoted in an enraging way, and though I got it changed online I feel sick thinking about the quote that was printed today.

Three: Today I got up at 5 am so I could make it to a strategy meeting preceding the opening of the Commission on the Population and Development at the United Nations. I knew I'd be providing communications support to the new group RESURJ, but I didn't know I'd end up making a website for them, which is what I did today. It's been fun and interesting to be in this space, but if I think to hard about it, I'm feeling like I'm coming apart at the seams a little.

I feel the crash coming. But I need to get through another three days at this pace.