I don’t want to win anymore.
I want to live.
I want to be whole.
And that means laying some things down.
Because…
I’m tired of fighting for my rights.
I’m tired of fighting for my side.
I’m tired of fighting for my point of view . . .
Fists
I scroll through my Facebook feed and man… are we ever talking over each other’s heads.
One friend posts a meme with false, faulty, or disingenuous information with a comment such as, “See, President A, B, or C is the DEVIL INCARNATE!”
Very next friend posts a meme with false, faulty, or disingenuous information with a comment such as, “See, President A, B, or C is the SAVIOR OF ALL MANKIND!”
And I’m like… Really?…..
Relegation
My grandfather loved soccer. His father was an official referee in the Soviet Union (there were remarkably few of them in the 1930’s. Maybe most of them were in the Gulag for bad calls?).
But in America, there are lots of sports. And he liked many of them.
He taught me about the game, though. I remember being ten or so and kicking penalty shots against him in the goal. He was wearing pleated pants and a button up collared shirt.