I have been determinedly volunteering hard since my return to Houston this time.
I have felt incredibly grateful that my apartment and belongings were not affected by hurricane Harvey and the aftermath.
I have been online organizing an Amazon WishList to help get the right supplies to local churches and childcare providers who are still taking physical donations.
I have been working to connect childcare providers who are discounting and/or donating their time to care for children where parents needed to get back to work and were counting on school to start on time, or counting on afterschool programs for childcare, many of which have been cancelled or postponed.
I spent 2 days at a flood damaged house tearing down walls volunteering with demolition work. The houses in that neighborhood weren’t even the worst of what happened in Houston, only a few feet inside the house. Can you imagine having to say two feet of flooding isn’t that bad? Can you imagine having to tear down all your walls to prevent mold damage from taking over? Throwing out all your furniture? There were piles of destroyed furniture, torn walls, and irreplaceable memories taking over the sidewalks and yards in that neighborhood.
But today? Today I am forced to remind myself that I am no good to anyone if I am burnt out. Today I have been doing minimal updating and connecting with people. Today I ate nachos and took a long bath. Today my brain is recuperating so I can continue to be online helping this week without crying over the incredible strength I’ve seen from people here.