Friday Thoughts

So I’ve been thinking . . . about history being made. And I’ve been blubbering all week.

So I’ve been thinking . . . about history being made. And I’ve been blubbering all week.

This week we as a nation made history having our first woman presidential candidate for a major political party. No matter what your politics, this is pretty incredible.

I’ve been tearing up all week watching the DNC. Yes, I was moved by many speeches, from Michelle Obama’s to Khazir Kan’s. But on Thursday night, it hit me. It really hit me.

All the work women (and men) have done over the last 100+ years, fighting for our rights to be seen and heard as women and for us to have a voice, all their tireless efforts resulted in not just our right to vote but this historic achievement. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion for their unwavering commitment and hard-earned accomplishments. So I cried—and not just a tears-to-my-eyes kind of cry, a sobbing-tears-of-joy kind of cry.

Never underestimate the effects of your beliefs, your passions, and your actions. Who knows how it may influence those around you today or even 100 years from today.

And another thing (or two or five) . . .

  • Thank you, thank you, thank you to all the women and men who fought for our rights.
  • Yet another meaningful moment at the DNC.
  • Before Hillary, there were others.
  • Why the nomination of Hillary Clinton as the democratic candidate for president means more than just a nomination.
  • Because this is just awesome.

 I’ve been reading . . . The Beach Trees by Karen White. Just finished it actually. While I didn’t love it and I thought it was ok, the book definitely fulfilled the need I had for a distracting, take-me-away summer read.

There was one big thing that kept getting in the way of my reading. The protagonist become the legal guardian of a 5-year-old boy and not even one-third into the book, she has left him alone three times. Now, that’s bad enough BUT it’s been well established that when she was 12 years old, her sister disappeared when she was supposed to be watching her sister. You’d think someone who lost a sister at a young age would be hyper vigilant and not leave a 5-year-old alone. Her actions didn’t jive with her character. That gnawed at me as I read this book.

But when I finally got over that, I was into the story—at least the story one of the other main characters told in flashback. Now this character’s story kept me hooked.

I’ve been watching . . . the Democratic National Convention. History!

I’ve been listening to . . . Yo-Yo Ma. It’s been a busy workweek, and some classical music in the background always helps me relax and focus.

Have a wonderful weekend!


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