May we be wise in discerning what to resist and what to embrace while enacting our creative visions
with “hope: a verb with its sleeves rolled up.” (Daniel Wahl) XO, Krayna 

Advice to Myself #2: Resistance (excerpt)
Resist the thought that you may need a savior,
or another special being to walk beside you.
Resist the thought that you are alone.
Resist turning your back on the knife
of the world’s sorrow,
resist turning that knife upon yourself.
Resist your disappearance
into sentimental monikers,
into the violent pattern of corporate logos,
into the mouth of the unholy flower of consumerism.
Resist being consumed
Resist your genius and your own significance
as declared by others….
If you exist, then you are loved
by existence. What do you need?
A spoon, a blanket, a bowl, a book —
Resist cleaning up after your husband.
It will soon replace having sex with him.
Resist outrageous charts spelling doom.
However you can, rely on sun and wind.
Resist loss of the miraculous
by lowering your standards
for what constitutes a miracle.
It is all a fucking miracle….
Resist disappearing from the stage,
unless you can walk straight into the bathroom and resume the face,
the desolate face, the radiant face, the weary face, the face
that has become your own, though all your life
you have resisted it. 

By Louise Erdrich; See the full poem here.
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