I’m Not a Lobster

Tonight I mourn, tomorrow I fight. This blog has always been personal for me, purposefully not political. But tonight all I have to say is that every cell in my body and soul says that to do anything less than all I can to defeat Trump, flip the senate, get out the vote, any or all of the above, would be a betrayal of myself. That is personal.

I can, I must, I will, I am. Because the secret is it feels so good.  It feels great to do anything. Any little thing. 

Give money, make calls, write letters, guard polls, take positive action.  To sit and watch and discuss and mull perhaps feels okay for some.  Not for me.  For me it feels like I‘d imagine sitting in a dirty diaper and not changing it would feel. Crappy.  Like a lobster in a pot waiting for it to boil.  Getting hotter and hotter.

I’m not a lobster! I’m totally potty trained! I know where to go and what to do to get out of this mess. And maybe the fix is in, and maybe this and maybe that, and yes that too, but I’ll know I did what I could. 

Ten years from now when Ax gets the vote I’ll be able to look him in the eye and say I did all I could, whatever the outcome.  

And maybe, and this is my hope, by then leadership that protects my child and your child’s habitat and humanity will have had some time to do what’s right. Maybe there will be less fear, more abundance, less inequity, more community, stuff like that, such that our kids don’t even ask what we did. They’ll just get to live and enjoy the fruits of our efforts. Maybe our grandkids will breathe easy and safe.

I can see that future and I’m willing to work for it. I’m gonna keep going.

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RIP RBG

9-18-20