Its Wednesday night.
This Friday is the Snowflake Ball.
Originally I agreed to the idea because the thought behind it was a nice relaxing event for organizers.
Low key.
Low maintenance.
Show up, relax, have a good time.
All of this however is out the window as it has grown into:
performances, Karaoke, food, clothing swap(to benefit the transgender resource center), littles table, sychic readings, aura drawings, face painting, raffel...
All for no charge.
We take donations to cover costs.
On one hand I am thrilled at what it is turning into.
On the other I'm tired just typing this out!!!!!
I can easily see this becoming a yearly thing.
But that's not due to me. That's due to my right hand.
After the car accident I am no longer able to organize like I used to. My right hand came into my life and I am always greatful.
Because of them, I am able to continue my vision of working towards safe space for marginalized people.
I would be honored if this grows into something bigger then me and my little vision.
I am honored to watch others be fired up by this idea and rule their space.
To see their excitement and say yes to everything.
I'm still tired
But a greatful tired.