Saturday, October 10, 2015

This will not be a draft!

For not the first, second, or third time, I have started a blog post and never finished it. In fact, since I have started this blog, I have begun 42 blog posts that I never completed. Probably half of them were pretty well formed, but either I could not pull the trigger (I felt I was sharing too much) or I just could not bring myself to finish it, for various reasons, including time, forgetfulness, or boredom with the subject.

This will not be draft 43!

As I have lamented here a couple of times in the past few years, I miss writing a regular blog post. It was therapeutic to get things out there, because I am fond of myself (mostly), I like sharing my opinion, and it was (or will be) great for my less-than-stellar memory. But I just don't have too many worthwhile things to say anymore. Mostly because I lead a pretty boring life. But also because I vacillate about too many things, which comes from being a liberal republican, if there is such a thing.

A few things have been weighing on my mind, and I don't have the energy or organized thought process to devote any length to them, so I will just bullet-point them and throw together a few sentences about each.

  • I have followed Humans of New York for a few months now. I think it is very heart-wrenching to think about what some of these people have gone through. I don't know what the answer is to help these people, and, yes, some refugees (or maybe just the people spilling into other countries) may be "bad" people. But if you read their stories, if you have any compassion, I don't know how it cannot affect you and, quite frankly, make you sad about the state of the world.
  • I have a lot of anxiety about where my kid is going to go to high school. We now have less than two years to figure it out, and it scares me. Our own school district is not an option. Unless something short of a bag of money falls into our laps, Catholic high school is not an option either ($12,500 per year is insane, IMO). Selling our house and not losing money seems unlikely, and with both of our tenuous job situations, I don't think we can go that route. So I worry.
  •  Most of the time, I just don't get people. I realize we are all not meant to get along with everyone; we gel with different people, due mostly to interests, values, and personalities. But as naive as it sounds, I don't know why there has to be so much negativity, unfriendliness, self-absorption, and just a lack of compassion or empathy. I try to get along with everyone. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. I try not to waste my energy on hate, anger, and resentment. And I am successful a lot (not all!) of the time. I wish more people could see the merits in that. You know, because life is short. And, as Don Henley sang, "If you keep carrying all the anger, it will eat you up inside."
That is all.
 

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