I’m coming straight out of the gate with some honesty for you today—every time a global crisis gains immediate urgent attention on social media, we enter into an unnecessary activism-Olympics that does nothing but fuel white supremacy culture’s goal of exhaustion, division, and never-enough-ism. The literal system of oppression that is the enemy wins every single time someone exerts more energy into finger-pointing someone else’s activism rather than focusing on collective and community service, care, and healing. I’m not saying there’s never a time for accountability when someone is actively causing harm that can’t be ignored. But more often than not, that’s not what I’m seeing. What I see are people hiding behind screens, quick to pounce on others in a rush to boost their own moral high ground, all while avoiding any real reflection on themselves.

The Olympics are a reminder that sports are the same in every language, and it is a language we all speak with fervor and felicity. The Olympics are a reminder that we are so much more alike than we are different, and that we are magical in all of the good that we do. The Olympics are a reminder that there is more than one way to pursue good, and sports can be one of those ways.

It is okay to live in the tension of the both/and. It is okay to feel the heartache, the guilt, the desperation and recognize that ignoring your needs and your life is not what will save the lives of those who are fighting for theirs. Yes, it is so unfair that thousands of beautiful, innocent people can no longer live their lives as they were once able to, just as we are now. That truth also applies to many other similar circumstances that are unrelated to an unprecedented present-day massacre.

No more spinning in circles trying to figure out what to do with your kids and yourself during quarantine. This time at home can be filled with joy as you work through building a solid foundation for your family to operate under during this time. You can do this mama.