I have said these words in jest more times than I can count over the past two weeks. Whether it was the hard chairs, hard conversations, or cold hard truths I’ve had to face, orientation was anything but comfortable. I cried more last week than I did in the past year. I came face to face with my privilege in ways I will be processing for the rest of my life. I felt guilt, embarrassment, frustration, anger, and hopelessness all before lunch.
I also felt love and acceptance in ways I didn’t even realize I was lacking. I was surrounded by a community of people dedicated to fighting for equality for all people, starting with dismantling the biases within ourselves. I have a feeling the biggest challenges I will face over the next year will come from within my own head, but I know I have a network of compassionate hearts just a WhatsApp away.
So the moral of the story is, yes, I’m uncomfortable. But if I was comfortable after everything we talked about at orientation, that would be far more concerning.