I think there are levels of consciousness, that to change these consciousnesses is difficult and hard and like growing pains, I can’t decide if it’s more of a peeling back our created/constructed realities or more of a pool that continues to get wider while simultaneously getting deeper. I suppose both could apply. All I know is nothing is linear anymore, with the exception of time.
This brought on by I don’t know what. I also feel like I’m doing so much work for a time that I’ve not yet gotten to yet, pre-mature life work you know? Work for when I’m getting or for when I’ve got my PhD and can actually sit and write about these things, developing my own feminist theories/cultural theories or building off of others, analytic work or whatever I feel like I’ve started it all when I should really just be working on finishing what I’ve started. It’s what I naturally do, and I just want to do it.