I saw a very cool thing today. Outside our grocery store is a voter registration table. As I came out of the store, I heard a young man say he had just turned 18 and wanted to register to vote. I don't know why it struck me so, but I actually teared up. We should all WANT to vote, be grateful for our opportunity to vote, and let our voices be heard. Now it's easy right now to feel very cynical about the whole political climate in this country, but regardless of our current state, we must be grateful that we are all free to participate. I, for one, am grateful for that young, African American man who reminded me to get excited about the privilege of voting because, I confess, my thoughts about voting have not exactly been in that vein lately. I also couldn't help but wonder who else in his family has voted? How many generations back has his family had the voting privilege and used it? And would they ever have thought they'd live to see an African American on the ballot? Pretty cool, no matter what your party affiliation.
I was also offered a job today. If I were to go back to the classroom, this job would be the EXACT position I'd want. So I'm tempted, I confess. Hmmmmm... But it would definitely mean hanging up the writing and a lot of other things. So I won't take it, I don't think, even though it would certainly inspire the muse. But still, it was nice to be asked, you know?
I feel very called to do what I'm doing right now. I'm very happy with the projects I'm working on right now.
Well, I must clean off my desk, so I can be productive tomorrow. Have a great day, everyone.
My Mission Statement
I write to serve, to unite, to educate. I write to share literature and flesh out ideas that may be of interest to others. I write to document an emotion, experience, or a blip in time. My mission is to write in such a way that the reader is reminded that we can find humor in all situations. It's one of the great blessings of life.