...and its taken a little while for that to sink in, especially since I'm not entirely certain what lies ahead on this journey.
But in the meantime, I've got a bunch to do, including moving into what I will now refer to as the dissertation apartment (I literally just thought of that as I typed this sentence but it makes me smile).
Oh, there's a paper I'm working on right now, so let me get back to that, too.
I have all these people trying to insert their ideas into my writing. Some of them are great, but some of them are also problematic. No, not all Latinos have trouble speaking English. I don't need to lead with how hard it is to be undocumented. Yes, that is vitally important, but there are literally thousands and thousands of Latinos in this country that are US citizens - native-born and naturalized - where the first concern is not migration.
I'm here to shift the conversation. Sometimes, though, it feels like shoving and fighting and trying to keep from getting lost. Yes, it makes me stronger. But it also makes each step harder.