This election has really been crazy.
That’s an understatement, I know. This election has really made me crazy. Truth be told, I’ve let it make me crazy. Not, lock-me-in-the-loony-bin crazy, but crazy enough. This election did something else, it got me to speak my mind. To let my voice be heard. More so than just this blog, but in a way that might make people… uh, um, feel uncomfortable, or, you got it, not like me. Oh My!
Listen, I’m sure many have un-friended me on Facebook. That’s okay. I admit I’ve gotten caught up, watched too much news, read too many news articles on line. I’ve let myself feel the affects of all of this and I’ve shared a lot of it. I’ve spoken up, said my piece at the risk of losing ‘friends’. At the risk of being ridiculed, at the risk of being attacked or even worse being made fun of. 🙂 That’s okay, because I did what I thought was right.
I know there are two sides to every story and then there’s the truth. The truth is what seems to get twisted, buried, diffused, taffy pulled, cooked, baked, silly puttied, melted, condensed and trivialized during elections, at least during this one.
I don’t like lying. Most of the time, if someone says something to me, I believe what they’re saying. It’s Bill who’ll say, “Hey, they’re lying”. Like the way sales people inflate their revenues, stuff like that. The election, well it’s easy, just fact check. Find out who’s saying what and if they’re super biased and then make a determination for yourself. Not everyone does the fact checking, so I did it for myself and then I shared. I feel uncomfortable with all the spinning. I don’t spin, not webs anyway.
I’m into the truth. I’m not a good liar. Get this, if I’m upset with someone, I’ll avoid them until I’ve had time to sort out what is my part in the situation and how I can communicate it with diplomacy and kindness. I’d rather do that, because I can’t pretend. If I’m upset with someone I can’t look them in the eye. I’ll look away. As you can imagine, sometimes this doesn’t go over so well. I’ll get hunted, tracked down until I can’t avoid any longer. Sometimes even the response, “Hey, let’s talk next week.” or “Hey, I need some time, a little space, can I get back to you?” or “Hey, I need some time to process what you said” doesn’t work. Sometimes it does and other times it doesn’t. We all have our own time frames for speaking our minds. Me? I need time to process what I’m thinking and feeling before I put it out there.
There is no time in elections. At least it doesn’t feel like there is.
I’m grateful that we’re here; at Election Day and that I have cast my vote. I’ve spoken with my tiny black circles of ink on a ballot. I received my red white and blue flag sticker that says “I Voted”. When I was younger I used to think, how can my vote make a difference. I know better now. If everyone thought that way, well, then no one would vote and where would we be? So I share, Please Vote on Facebook, I tweet it, I Google plus it. (Who would’ve thought, we’d be tweeting or google-plussing, or Facebook-ing. Shotgun on the new verb usage!)
Today I’m taking care of me. I’ve done my calls, my posts, my shares, my campaigning for my guy. I’ve used my voice. I’ve voted. Today I’m taking care of me. Today I’m going to change the subject, abruptly. I’m leaving. I’m ascending into myself. I’ll be spending four hours at the S Factor in LA, diving into my hips, my circles, my curves, my swirls, my song, my motion, my music; cascading into my own rhythm and groove. Disappearing into breath and movement. Gliding into firefly, half pint, snake, Peter Pan, ballerina, pole bend, Tinker Bell. Submerging myself in breath. I’ll let my hair fly while I vanish. My hands, my skin, my legs, my chest, my heart and my soul, will exhale.
In the dark room, loud half notes, whole notes, quarter notes circulate in and around metal poles, rub up against cool walls and wood floors and tickle the back of my neck, drip down my back, caress my belly and my thighs.
Dropping my tension, fear, anguish and frustration in the basket at the door and picking up my faith and power as I slip into myself with a sweet smile.
Like I said, I know there are those who have abandoned me on Facebook, we’re no longer ‘friends’ or they’ve blocked me or hidden me. I know this. I know a lot. I know that it was important for me share what I thought was true. To spread what facts I could. Not as much to convince someone to believe differently, that never works, but for me personally to step into my own light and share in an even bigger way.
Speaking up and out and finding my voice in this election has been an important part of my journey. Sometimes people are open and want to look at both sides, find their own voice and speak what’s true for them and if I can help with that process for just one person, than all that un-friending is worth it!
As a woman and as a human being, I want to share what I have to say. This is important. You don’t need to know my favorite color, but you might need to understand what corporation is supporting what proposition and why. What’s in it for them, what’s in it for you, what’s in it for us? So if what I’m feeling and what I believe is something that could make a difference in the world, then I’ll say it.
The truth is I’m empowered because I can say it and I do.
The truth is sometimes people might not like what I have to say and
The truth is I’ll say it anyway.
The truth is I’ll say it with kindness.
The truth is I have a lot to say and
The truth is I like to say it with the written word.
The truth is I am creative, I am a writer, and I am a poet.
The truth is that people float in and out of our lives and sometimes we’ll never know why.
The truth is that I’m okay with all of it, the floating in and the floating out, the floating.
The truth is just what it is…