George Floyd was murdered 365 days ago. The significance of this date is complicated, because it represents both yet another attack on the black community perpetrated by white aggressors—not the first, not the last, and not even the worst—and also a burgeoning inflection as a nation begins to reckon with itself.

Although I was already on the path to becoming an antiracist before Floyd was murdered, I would be lying if I didn't admit that his killing—and the subsequent groundswell of condemnation—weren't catalytic events. I'm not proud of that fact.

I'm not proud that I have only recently begun to fully understand the depths of my own privilege in a white supremacist society. I'm not proud that not too long ago I felt that my voice at the ballot box, or on social media was enough to call myself an ally.

I say these things as a reminder to myself of my personal growth which has accelerated these past months and coalesced into a definitive new view of the world and my place and responsibility in it.

This new worldview does not represent a culmination, but rather an acknowledgement of a new personal inflection which will dictate my life and its impact on others going forward.

I cannot change my past racist actions or beliefs, (yes they were racist although I hadn’t yet realized it or intended them to be) but it’s never too late to learn and decide to work towards a society where equity and inclusion are the expectation rather than the exception.

The best I can do is continue educating myself and doing the lifelong work to bring about the change we need.