Thinking About What I Have Done

 Good morning, friends!  I am sitting here thinking over what I have done.  I am a child of the 50’s/60’s which means I grew up during a time of lots of political unrest, civil rights unrest, Vietnam “war”, people were tuning in, turning on and dropping out, there was women’s lib,  free love, protest marches and bomb threats and bra and draft card burnings  — it was the best of times and the worst of times.

And, let me be clear — I did none, absolutely NONE of those things.  I was a rather dull teenager in San Antonio, Texas.  I went to school and went home.  I had a boyfriend who lived away at college who I saw a couple of times a month.  I was an average student that loved her family and would never do anything to bring grief or embarrassment to them.  I was a good girl.

I didn’t have a political bone in my body, I was very quiet and didn’t make waves — I was almost invisible.  

Until today.

I am so annoyed about the shenanigans of our school board that I wrote to the interim superintendent asking them to live stream their next secret meeting which is scheduled for this Thursday.

I imagine you are probably laughing your buns off thinking “is this as good as she can do?” I have never had any leanings toward activism, so out of my comfort zone.  So, for me this was quite the step. 

I did add a little bit of snark reminding him of who does, in fact, pay his salary but I did it in a very respectful way.  

I don’t know how I feel about stepping out of my comfort zone, regardless of how tenuous a step it was.  I hope I don’t have to do it again!  

But, in a way, I feel a little liberated albeit it 50 years late!