The most import thing to happen in the history of today.... or not

There I was minding my own business.

Driving home after a long (medium) day of work and a long (short) run at the park.

Listening to the NPR All Songs Considered podcast and vowing to remember the name of the band they were featuring (forgot).

I looked in my rearview mirror and saw this:

If wishes were horses, I'd have a pony

When I was in my 20s I didn't like when people at work gave me a nickname. It felt important to have a very professional name so people would take me seriously. It was fine that people discovered I was ridiculous after working with me, but they couldn't know before I actually opened my mouth.

I don't know why a nickname meant "ridiculous" back then, but it's hard being a young woman in a male-dominated industry after getting a minor in Women's Studies. Feminism can be very confusing.

I remember the first time I was talking to a very angry Project Manager who said, "I just can't yell at a woman!" and I thought, "Is now the time to push for equal treatment, or should I just let this one slide?"

Frankly

I want to be the type of person who doesn't badmouth someone to make myself feel better.

I want to be the type of person who really, truly accepts people for who there are, where they are.

I want to be the type of person who doesn't need to understand why someone does something, just that they have the right to do it.*

Tropical Disease

Happy 4th of July weekend. I was supposed to be out and about smooching on a boy and hanging with friends, but instead I'm home nursing what can only be described as the tropical disease that will likely kill me.

Or a flu-type bug.

I spent last weekend in Nags Head, NC with two couples and their kids. It was a wonderful weekend of beach time, boat time, and silly time with kids (and adults).

The kids ranged in ages from 3 to 15 and ranged in enjoying me and my attempts to connect to kids about as widely as well.