My life/world
27 May
This is an exercise that I’m doing for a workshop with Laurel Richardson at ICQI. Merge writing about self and larger world. Use a few sentences from each as a jumping off place. Okay, I will.
Primaries are starting.
A woman president would be great. Monumental. Or, a black man. Monumental.
Plus, my politics. Well, mostly.
I am sure to vote. I watch the results intently. It will be Barack. I know that he will go all the way.
This is fascinating to me. I enjoy watching the world. I enjoy being a part. I enjoy thinking about what would be best. Why it would be better. And otherwise.
Getting antsy now. What am I doing? Who am I? Is this it? I love Heritage.
I am married. But not settled. My new life with Dan is great. Just what I always wanted. I am happy. I am comfortable. But, at work, I am bored, frustrated, unsure. Thirty years seems like a long time. I’m not sure I can do it. I think about more school and it seems like the right time. It will pay off. In the long run. For both of us. It excites me and frightens me. I apply just to see. And I get in. And I don’t have to pay. The stars seem to align. But it’s hard, leaving family, friends, job, for something frustrating, challenging, uncertain. What to do? Back to school? Is this right? Is this right? Dad, should I? Here I go.
Once in school, I am exhausted, reading so much, getting up at 5am, so tired, but feeling alive. I stay up late one night, just to watch the election results. I watch carefully. Barack is in. And I look around, and I realize that I am able to think about the world and pay attention to this election. And, I am moved.
(Ugh, I don’t like this one that much.)































