It's a Balancing Act
While I haven't mastered the art of finding that equilibrium yet, I am getting closer each day. Baby steps are still steps.
I’ve always been a believer in the duality in life and in this world. A fun debate for my brother in law and I on an almost daily basis. Whether or not there is, duality in it all. A yin to the yang; a masculine to the feminine; positive to negative. That last one is usually where I get him, it’s harder to argue science.
Well today I had to do something really hard, but I had to do it. I had to vote. Something I typically love. I am not even exaggerating. I have a suit I wear, with RBG earrings and lapel pin. I usually strut in heels, the one time a year I get to play “business person”.
This year was a bit more…bleak. As everyone seems to be insistent on reminding me, it’s a lesser of two evils situation. I don’t buy into that. I mean I understand it theoretically, and I know what they mean. I also fully understand the system and how it works and the ramifications. I have thought and journaled and studied. I have connected to those around me and those in places incredibly different from mine.
So, I did what I always do.
I put on my suit. Donned my accessories. Realized that it was the 50th anniversary of women having the right to a credit card in the U.S., hello sign from the universe, and I drove to the county Board of Elections to, as my father would put it, git ‘er done. I filled my ballot, I chose a candidate who aligns with me, my views both here and abroad, a candidate who I feel will work the hardest to create a better world and who will fight for the right things. I got to do this with tears rolling down my cheeks and my daughter by my side. I am proud.
Now, I fucking release this god damn, mother fucking election.
November 6th is coming, we have to keep going. Keep fighting.
“As long as we think – that we should get Mississippi straightened out before we worry about the Congo, you’ll never get Mississippi straightened out – not until you start realizing your connection with the Congo.” —Malcolm X—
Duality right, so to even out completing this, big, heavy, difficult civil duty decided to do something for me. Something terrifying, yet fun. A little treat if you will.
I submitted a poem to a magazine. Hopefully to be published. I cannot express how hard it is not to share it. I feel really proud. I feel really…artistic. Like a poet. Like this is a poem that maybe someone would read and it would make them smile. So I hope that it gets shared with the world.
For now, I’ll give you a taste. You deserve a treat, too.
***title's a secret for now*** This is when I remember, no matter what else: "You can do this my love, Just keep going Kels Keep swimming like Dory, don't be afraid to rest. But make sure to start back, go forth with your chest. Remember who you are, love, patience and light. Also remember your worth, never ever lose sight."
