show me your passport

they say you make your own luck,
do you make your own bad luck as well?

they say there are things that happen before the bullet hits the body…
warning signs, opportunities to escape, chances to fight back,
maybe.
maybe you’re just a confused tourist that’s taken a wrong turn.

for the last few weeks I’ve worked on planes, boats, trains and buses,
I’ve held meetings in hotel lobbies, cafes and coworking spaces.
I’ve traveled between countries and cities, castles and churches, restaurants and museums.

I’ve been working remotely for 12 years and I’m still shocked at how remote my work really is.
how much privilege and good fortune,
how much freedom.

and yet,

across the world sits a woman just like me,
just as motivated, skilled and able,
with the same work ethic and love for her family.

I hope to never forget or take for granted that the only difference between the two of us is the passport.

I’ll see you tomorrow.

today is day 15 of the year, there are 350 days remaining of 2022.