Still breathing

Despite everything, I have managed to keep my head high and my face above water. I am still breathing, still hanging in there. I can't say how much longer this energy will last or how I can continue the scant momentum that I have. But it's great to see old friends who I can reconnect with instantly, and regain the spark of idealism that we shared.

Nowadays I am just bone tired and weary, and I think often of Sojourner Truth's Ain't I A Woman? speech. Left arm, right arm, left foot, right foot. The tide beats on and so must I.