I feel like I blinked and all of a sudden we are in the fifth month of the year. I am struggling to comprehend how quickly time goes by and somehow time seems to be speeding up the older I get. I guess when you think about how quickly time passes by, it can feel like there is a rallying cry within my brain telling me to make the most of every moment, spend time with the people that make me the happiest and enter spaces that truly appreciate who I am and what I stand for. 

Space, physical spaces, is something I have been thinking about a lot over the last few years. I mean since March 25th 2020, access to physical spaces, something that we took for granted day in and day out, has been restricted. But as a black woman, physical spaces are so important as they can act as soil from which healing, happiness and freedom can grow from. Physical spaces for us as black women where we can find unbridled joy in the eyes and from the mouths of other black women and where we can exist as our full selves, rather than the version that society accepts in order to maintain a status quo that far from benefits us.