Joy as an Act of Resistance
I am an old punk rocker.
My favorite band from this century whose second album is titled, “Joy as an Act of Resistance.”
I have been trying to embody that this week.
In the midst of a spiteful inauguration, strangely worded executive orders, and being called “one of the worst among us” I am striving to practice joy as an act of resistance.
Surrounding myself with people who love me—friends and chosen family.
Singing at karaoke.
Listening to music.
Sharing meals.
Joy as an act of resistance.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not in denial of all that has happened this week. There are real potential implications for me. A friend of mine might have already lost her jobs.
But I am determined to not let the b******s bring me down, but to practice joy, as an act of resistance.
