Near three months ago, I was presented with a very clear binary choice: the needs of my kids and my own health or those of my job. The answer is so obvious I do not need to state it. I harbor no grudge toward my former employer. I get from where they are coming. And I respect that. They are lovely, beautiful, messy people who took me into a community that was genuine for nearly four years. But I disagree fundamentally with how to approach a complexly broken education system (and the education-industrial complex that lurks nearby, constantly). It’s simple. I am unable to change this system from within. I can only be genuine to my true self as an iconoclastic, non-duality, non-ideological gentle warrior of love and kindness. I am grateful to them as well for providing clarity. I was heading in this direction anyway, and they genuinely helped guide me to my best, true path. “Tell me about a complicated man…” #Repost @mspackyetti ・・・ If we had any doubt about how people feel when Black women dare to draw boundaries—whew, we found out this week. As @JemeleHill says, it gets on America’s nerves when we dare to prioritize ourselves. Jemele is a friend, and honestly? She was the ONLYYYYY person I wanted to talk to during what they’re calling “the cursed Olympics.” Jemele explains exactly where the anger against Simone Biles and Naomi Osaka comes from. She explains how it happens that an accused sex offender ended up playing for the US while a woman who smoked weed got told to stay home. She even explains the nonsense of Olympic athletes not getting child care! So: Should the Olympics even be saved? Or should we burn it all down and start again? Jemele had thoughts on that too. Grateful for your continued support of #UNDISTRACTED. Listen, subscribe, rate & share at the link in bio. https://www.instagram.com/p/CR9zwh1h4qEf5MP5RQcQSvI5MKtLO8lZ9_Es-U0/?utm_medium=tumblr