Legacy
Forty-two. My Jackie Robinson year. A number that carries weight far beyond chronology. Forty-two is legacy. It is courage embodied. It is walking into spaces not built for you and refusing to disappear once you arrive. It is carrying the burden and blessing of being “the first,” “the only,” or “the one willing.” Jackie Robinson’s #42 represents cultural disruption, holy resistance, dignity under pressure, and the audacity to believe your life can shift the trajectory for those coming behind you. And this past year, I have felt that deeply. The past 12 months have invited me to slow down long enough to touch the dirt beneath my feet and ask myself what it means to truly live with purpose. Dirt has become sacred to me. Dirt remembers. Dirt holds memory, pain, labor, blood, tears, resilience, survival, and rebirth. Dirt connects us all in our shared humanity, whether we choose to acknowledge it or not.