2021: Thee hardest year of my adult life. While the rest of the world seemed to move on, Minneapolis and it’s residents struggled through the complexities of living in the epicenter of a disaster that spurred the largest civil rights movement in the 21st century. I watched as organizations posted black squares, created DEI committees and asked BIPOC folks to shoulder enormous amounts of work for their brands. I felt pressure to quickly move on, to create something beautiful from such a trajedy, to be stronger, to show up, and to make it look easy. But the truth is, 2020 didn’t make me stronger It didn’t give me grand revelations It didn’t inspire me to create new projects. In 2021 I felt tired And broken And scared And angry. I leaned into community I made some of the greatest friendships I’ve ever known I broke apart all of my assumptions about how life is “supposed” to be. I worked hard to rebuild a life for which I enjoy being present. I took a hard look at my toxic patterns and I made a commitment to put myself first, always. This is for all of those who don’t feel strong. Who didn’t move on right away Who have felt stuck in a moment And who feel left behind, as a result. As terrifying as it is to show back up after a long hiatus, I want to be here. So here goes... Hi again! Who is here? Where is your heart in this moment? How can we rebuild together? 📷 1 @benjovland; 2 & 3 @pedalhomie