My partner. A powerhouse of a person. Thoughtful, honest, kind and generous, unique and curious and untameable like a cat but as civilised and moral as captain Picard.
I’d probably be in so much more trouble if it were for their invisible hands of kindness.
Guy in my apt complex. Gang stuff, drugs, jail, now he's turning it all around. Both of us spent years in homeless shelters, we trade war stories. He just got a job, bagger at a grocery store. We're both struggling, overwhelmed, but seeing him employed gives me hope.
No everyone needs an external person to be inspired by.
Even at 35, I have never had a single person as my inspiration, I have concepts that I strive towards, but that is it.
All my female professors who probably had to work so much harder to get where they are now and on top of that had to deal with so many gross men because my field is very male dominated. I’m a bit scared to get into academics because of the stories I heard.
