One thing Burning Man showed me was the power of being brave. Stretching. Trying new things. Doing it differently. That kind of boldness fosters vitality. And the world needs us strong right now. This fight isn’t going to be won by muscle — it’s going to be won by heart. Love fiercely. Dig deep.

The fight for decolonization isn’t new. White Christian Nationalism is just a backlash — a scared reaction to the relentless efforts of people of color, Indigenous communities, feminists, and queer folks who’ve been dismantling systems of domination for generations. They are scared. We are brave.

The status quo wants us numb. It thrives on isolation. It counts on our silence, our politeness, our unwillingness to call out the lie in the room.

So what does emotional resistance look like?

🌱 Stretch Bravely

Lean into uncomfortable conversations with your partner or friends. Let yourself be fully human — messy, expressive, vulnerable. Say the thing you usually avoid. Ask for support. Admit fear. Remember: conflict avoidance has always been a tool of colonization. Rigid gender roles have always limited true partnership.

✋ Say No

Are you bad at limits? Too polite? Too agreeable? Say no to something this week that doesn’t serve you. No is a muscle. Use it.

🙌 Say Yes

Are you timid? Afraid of being “too much”? Say yes to something wild this week. Break the script.

🛑 Set a Boundary

Notice when something doesn’t work for you and just say it out loud. “This doesn’t work for me.” Defending yourself takes enormous courage — practice anyway.

⚡ Face the Grind

Tell the truth about how overwhelmed you are. Invite your people to tell the truth too. This honesty makes us less alone.

💔 Feel It All

Be mad. Be hurt. Be scared. We minimize these feelings because they make others uncomfortable. But silence rarely protects us — it usually just protects the systems grinding us down.

🔥 Rattle the Cages

Rock the boat. Be boldly, unapologetically you in all your glory. Authenticity is our greatest act of resistance.

I can’t tell you exactly how to be brave. No one else knows the words stuck in your throat. Sometimes I can feel it — like a missing word on the tip of my tongue. Sometimes I catch myself stuttering, realizing my mouth doesn’t want to spit out the half-truth I was about to tell.

That’s the edge. That’s where resistance lives.

Be brave there.