Dear Readers,
Remember when I was going to save the world? When I had crazy mad ambition, and a laundry list of causes to champion? I do. And just thinking about it makes me tired.
Politics? No thanks.
Orphans in Africa? Sad, but untouchable.
Poor spelling? It's an epidemic beyond my control.
In my wise old age, I've come to the conclusion that I want things to be as easy as possible. I want a good, healthy meal cooked in less than 15 minutes. I want to read and book and take a bath instead of participating in some inane political debate that will never even leave my dining room table. I want a maid.
Have I become lazy and/or complacent? Perhaps. It's been over a month since I've last blogged, for Hell's sake. Regardless, I feel more at peace now than I think ever have been before. Maybe Shay's Taoist principles have rubbed off on me. I'll just sit back and let the Universe take the reigns, all I have to do is wake up in the morning and go to sleep at night, while putting minimum effort into the goings on during the day.
If I'm really being honest with myself though, there is this part of me that is taking this peaceful route kicking and screaming. I can feel it start to swell up when I listen to NPR about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. It claws it's way up my throat to try to scream for me when I remember that civil rights are given to everyone except gay people, poor people, and underprivileged areas of the nation. And what about Tyra's pick for America's Next Top Model this season? Atrocious!
Okay, so maybe I do still have the spark. But I'm limiting it to just that. I can't change the world, I can't change humanity, I'm not even sure I can convince my 6 year old that changing his underwear everyday is a good idea. But I will do my best to be a nice and gracious person, master making the perfect pie crust, and promise not to listen to partisan radio talk show hosts.
Sincerely,
h.
