Just about every American with access to social media posted their opinions about our recent election, and I’m here with mine – only a few days late. 🙂 I don’t have an opinion to share so much as an experience. It probably mimics others from Wednesday.
In my office, we all adhere fairly well to the rule of keeping religion and politics out of the conversation. But we failed to remember that on Wednesday, with some people speaking out loudly, and others getting deeply hurt. Doors were closed as those feeling distraught hunkered down to console one another, and those locked out wondered what the hell had just happened. They hadn’t realized that their opinions were not shared.
When the doors were finally opened and apologies made, we all came out better for it. We found colleagues with whom we share new bonds, and we found that although a wide divide still exists in our dreams for America, that divide does not have to extend to our relationships.
As the United States moves forward into 2017, may we all strive to show empathy for those whose opinions differ from our own, and to work toward continuing an America that has always been great.
There aren’t too many undeniable truths in this world, but one is that people complain too much. Sometimes it’s overtly negative, but it’s the habitual downtrodden exchange that bothers me the most. Just think about your routine conversations.
How are you doing? Could be better.
What’s for dinner? Don’t care as long as I don’t have to make it.
How’s your day going? Okay. I’m just glad it’s almost over.
How was your Christmas? Busy.
Any plans for the weekend? Ugh. My son’s soccer game, yard work, church….
Is it every going to stop raining? God I hope so.
See what I mean?
I don’t intend to imply that I’m above this way of thinking and conversing. Sadly, I fall prey to it like everyone else. But I’ve started noticing it more. I’ve started wondering why we all accept, like drones, that being busy is inherently bad, that going to work is inherently bad, that having to make dinner is inherently bad, that rainy weather is inherently bad.
It’s the dialogue that’s bad.
Those of us who write can appreciate how important words are – how important dialogue is. Dialogue can make or break a novel, and we drive ourselves crazy trying to perfect it. So, why not apply that same devotion to our own dialogue?
You might be surprised to see that a rainy day looks a whole lot better if you instead think and say, “What a nice day it’s turning out to be.”