I wrote this is early September and have been sitting on it. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s a bit out there. Maybe I’m scared. I’ve decided scared is good. Here goes…
I just read a bunch of my old blog posts. Ones where I stated my opinion. My take on things. My view.
In those posts, I didn’t worry about perception, who might take offense or approve of what I’d written, or even who would be reading what I’ve written.
Right now I’m sitting on my deck, having a beverage, listening to my ABSOLUTELY favorite song, “Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff” by deadmau5 and others including “No Way,” by The Famous and Naked. And thinking. I wonder when I lost the ability to write without caring what anyone thought? When did I start to care what anybody thought about my writings?
So tonight…fueled by music, a weekend at home, and maybe a bit of liquid courage I’ve decided to be more authentic. I hate all the awful things that have happened. Brock what’s his face being let out early. That is so wrong I can’t even begin to address the issue. I am saddened and relieved for the family and friends of Jason Wetterling. I’m overcome by the devastation in West Virginia and Louisiana because of flood waters. My heart and all the healing thoughts go out to the poor player injured in a local football game Friday night. All of these things … each and every single one …. bring me to tears. Real tears that I try to hide, tears I try to pass off an a sneeze or allergies for fear of looking weak or too soft hearted.
I’m sad and angry about a number of things. The state of politics in this amazing country is awful. The social injustices. The simply WRONGNESS of so many, many things.
But…there’s always a but…
I chose to find happiness where I can. I do what I can to make life better for those around me. And I feed my body and soul when and where I can….watching a movie about incredible snowboarders, cuddling with my kids, driving hours and hours to the mountains, flying to see friends, and talking to those friends I don’t get to see often.
If I can change the world in some small, positive way…I’ve succeeded. If I fail….at least I tried. And I won’t be fearful anymore of the opinions of others when I write what I write, regardless of what it is.
And as I wrap up….Ghosts ‘n’ Stuff comes on again. It’s a sign. Go get your happy. Be authentic. Be real. Do it. Make a difference. YOUR WAY!
What is your authentic? What’s your happy?