Today was the first time in my life I proactively canvassed for a politician.  I am very happy that I put my frustration with our country’s political climate into action.  Forward motion.  In a weird way I felt total empowerment.  It was exhilarating to move from house to house, street to street, neighborhood to neighborhood leaving behind something that I believe in.  And what do I believe in?  I believe in a government that is for the people must be made up of people that look like those they represent.

What good is a government for the people if they can’t relate to the people they represent?  As a 56 year old white woman, who just now woke up, I may not see the benefits of my and others actions in this lifetime.  While still living this life though at least I have gained some sense of control in combatting the madness.

Why is there so much hate toward one another in this world?  Why are we so afraid of each other?  I cannot wait until this white male dominated America becomes a caleidescope of colors.  White men are so afraid of losing power over people of color and women.  They can try to hold on as long as they want but time is on the side of those that are not white, or rich or men. We are becoming a nation browner by the minute and those old white guys are becoming more obsolete by the very same minute.  Tick tock!

A big thank you goes out to my husband who came up with the idea of me starting my own blog. . . He has had a front row seat and is witness to me becoming evermore addicted to the news cycles, stressed out out about whether or not I am the best mom I can be, sees my confusion and frustration in trying to make sense of a 35 year relationship I have called out for what it really was, watching me navigate professionally in my career knowing I’m not where I thought I would be, seeing my struggles with powerful men behaving badly and descerning the lies from the truths.  Not too mention, seeing me deny my own certainty that I am in a loving relationship with him; forever haunted by the voice in my head that tells me it’s too good to be true.   Really, Terry Ann?

This is where I tell myself to breathe, right?  Life is often filled with much joy but it can be equally exhausting at the same time.  This is my first blog and it honestly feels amazing to be able to release all the pent up anger and frustration that has been building inside of me.  What the heck is going on in the world anyway or have I just been asleep and now I’m awake?  I believe so.

One of my greatest gifts and challenges in life is that I am a problem solver by nature.  But how does such a person deal with the problems we face in our world today when the problems and the solutions seem insurmountable?  Or at the very least too insurmountable for little ole me to tackle.   It just can’t be true that righting the wrongs is a hopeless cause, can it?  There has to be a way for humanity to come together for the good of ALL, right?  Please say, “RIGHT!”

As I move forward with my blogging,  I hope to gain a connection with other women AND men whose heads feel like they are about to explode too. My writing is a means to express the things that seem to sneak up on me and then jolt me into consciousness.  I awaken from these experiences like I have been stuck in a bad dream for far too long.  Let’s all wake up together and open our eyes together . . . We must use our voices when we see something that can no longer stand.  Let’s take advantage of the freedom of speech; to honestly share our experiences, the outcomes, and what we learned from them.  We agree to no longer settle for  ideals passed along as being the norm when they leave us feeling belittled, empty or simply abused.  Our thoughts, perspectives, ideas, and a conviction for the truth, in all areas,  will help create some sanity in what feels like a pretty insane world.

All topics are on the table.  Life has a way of giving us more than a plateful to deal with each and every day and in many cases all at the same time.  To be continued . . .