I feel like my life is a series of "Wow, what a week!"s.
I must utter that more than any other phrase.
This month (last half of October and first part of November) has been such a whirlwind of emotions. I have been riding an insane roller coaster.
It's been great to have Rea home, and I (so far) have really enjoyed bonding and teaching her. I pray it continues.
Mostly right now I am thinking about the country though. This is not a political website. I don't like to really share my political opinions with many people - I was raised to hold my votes dear and play them close to the chest. When I was growing up, people didn't talk about who they were voting for... Teachers didn't give their political opinions... My parents voted, but we never discussed the candidates or positions... I never knew the political affiliation of any of my friends or their parents.
I wish it was like that again.
I liked not knowing.
Because, does it really matter? Do you like me less if you know who I voted for? Do you truly think that I am a [insert slanderous term] because I chose to vote a certain way?
Can I ask you why? Maybe you don't feel/think/react that way. But, if you do, why is that the conclusion you jump to? Why aren't we, as a collective, celebrating our FREEDOM to choose? Why aren't we proud to have the opportunity to choose the candidate we want? When did diversity and difference of opinion become racist, sexist, ignorant, intolerant, rude, wrong, etc.?
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