Staying in the process

Today, I got to work on edits for my book, and to add a few pieces.
It was good.  I like looking at it.  I like reading it.  I like that it tells my story of healing.
That the healing will be going on for the rest of my life.  But that I am engaged in the process and not running from it or hiding from it.
It is scary and one thing I have learned about myself is that I don't run from things anymore.
Not much can really hurt me anymore, stun me with stupidity, but not hurt me.
My friend Krysia gave me good edits.  That was the most helpful.  She read it, she looked at it and she gave me really honest helpful feedback.
My heart feels a little lighter.  I feel like I have accomplished something meaningful for me.
I don't feel like I am boggled down.
I am really understanding that there is no perfect anything.  We each have our own baggage from who we are and how we are in the world.  It is hard that we trigger each other, sometimes not aware that we are doing it.  Or aware and don't care.  And that is life.  Everyday, every damn day.
The world isn't even close to perfect, and now more things are brought forward that need to change in the world.  Systemic racism is real.  It needs to change.  White privileged is real, it needs to shift and change.  And everyone having a smart phone will be the call to that.  Seeing that it takes nothing for something to go viral is going to bring consciousness, maybe not a complete change, but awareness.
And being called out on it.