Day 5 - Rest Day and Pride

It is the end of rest day. I have been over fed, over Quakered, but at least I have rested. I slept, and researched, and had my against the institution heart broken rant (still painful), and did some exercise, and then collectively watched the film Pride. The film reminds me that to be here, being Quakered and over feed, means I am missing Pride in London.

I always feel like I am missing out on Pride, even when I manage to make Pride. Even the year I was randomly painted with a rainbow face, I have yet to make Pride. I didn't march, I went and hide with the Buddhists. One day I will march. It is easy to forget that it is fairly recently that I really decided to live real to myself (as a bisexual woman). To come out properly was one of the reasons for living in London. A place to find oneself.

I was thinking of heading to Brighton for Pride this year. 

And not only was I sad for missing Pride, the film features a Welsh mining village, so I was sad for missing Wales (and all manner of things and memories connected). My heart longs for a place, and it is hard to put into words, and I am not sure what I am supposed to do with or about. Perhaps it is another thing that will transform, along with my academic pain, whilst following along with YALP. I hope. I hope. 



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