Patriotism is not wrong. It’s not reserved for Conservatives or Democrats. It’s not an impediment to social justice. It’s not racist. It’s not a divider. As a matter of fact, it’s the ultimate bond that brings us together. It’s the idea that we are all under the same roof, making mistakes, learning from them, sharing cultures, all contributing to a way of life, and having reverence for that roof we all live under together. It’s the great appreciation for a place where we have the freedom to choose, to change, to speak, to work, to love, to be. There is no other roof like that on Earth. It’s common ground. I wish we could strip back all the layers of bullshit and anger and hate and restart with simple patriotism. We could, you know.
You ever catch yourself enjoying something or doing something and think…hey, THIS is something I dreamed of and didn’t even realize it? Quiet, peaceful Sunday mornings with Keith are that.
If your eyes are open, you can see things around you that you always wanted.
My heart is full when Uncle William calls me to talk about books. He’s 90.
Keith and I sat outside and did absolutely nothing while our kids shot fireworks. It was magical.
I have to stop Monday from coming, but how?
What’s this trend with putting sunny side up eggs on otherwise good food? Runny yolks dripping down a burger? No. No. No.
Ok, so I need to work out regularly again. The mental battle is real and intense.
I learned something huge today about myself – or maybe affirmed something – and I cried a little. It deserves its own post, so I’ll cover it later. Suffice it to say here that I believe every year of my life has a theme. Sometimes it takes me some months to see it. This is definitely the year for TRUE SELF and absolving myself of responsibility for things I am NOT responsible for.
That’s all. We learn everyday, don’t we?
Amanda Herring, Writer 