A detour, a delay, a change of plans, and a roadblock.

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You may have seen in stories that I took a last minute trip to Paris with my mom to meet someone who was in town. It was a great trip in many ways, and I had planned to share that with you this morning.⁠⠀
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But our trip ended Sunday with a string of canceled buses, a 2,5 km walk to Gare du Nord, not much eating, even less coffee, and a 3 hour delay getting home from Schiphol because of a defective train. We woke up to first day of school chaos, first day of university, laundry, packing, and getting my mom ready to return to the States. ⁠⠀
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Combine this with fighting the online harassment of members of our team, shutting down of accounts, blocking other accounts, creepy lists, and every day poisonous garden variety white supremacy, and we’re all–our whole team and probably you too–we are all exhausted.⁠⠀
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So instead of telling you about the trip, I have a question. What do you do when you come to a detour, a delay, a change of plans, a roadblock? How do you adapt, change, adjust in your work towards Equity and Justice? What keeps you going on the way to Joy?⁠⠀
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[Photo. by @kbredbeck. Looking down on my skirt that shows squares like postcards from around the world with scenes and cities. You can see San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge, Rio di Janeiro, and Paris with the Eiffel Tower. Also visible the black steering wheel of my old Twingo. as well as my legs and black shoes and turquoise shoelaces. End.]

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