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I feel a creeping sense of dread as I wake up to see undeclared electoral votes leaning red. I have my hand on the rip cord of full retirement and away from social media altogether. My nervous system is shot right now. It appears that black lives don’t matter. Neither do old lives, unborn lives, women’s lives, or any minority voice.
It may be my time is better spent writing from the sidelines about my version of things that matter. It’s possible that I am not one of those things
Someone yesterday wrote: “America is coming out of a toxic abuse situation and just wants the beatings to stop.”
But he got away with it. There is no justice and no protection from men like this.
I feel incredibly sad in this moment.
Thank you for listening to my silent scream.
I have a lifetime of identifying as a moderate Republican until now when the RNC couldn’t even articulate a position statement other than Trump-centered support.
Recently, our nation’s President tweeted “The ‘suburban housewife’ will be voting for me, They want safety.” Yes, women want safety. We all want safety and security and justice and life. For all Americans not just the ones you prefer. But this administration’s actions speak louder than words.
Listening to that law and order rhetoric reminds me of a time when I was the suburban housewife of a police officer in a patriarchal culture. My lived experience allowed a man to terrorize his family at home while positioning himself as a hero to outsiders. His staunch “I will protect my family from all foes” smokescreen left me wondering “Yes but who will protect us from you?”
I don’t feel safe with an elephant in the living room that everyone tiptoes around. No more secret handshakes or skeletons in the closet. No more selective memory, military action or vigilante justice. At some point, We The People have to say “Enough! You don’t get to do that here.”
An abusive man without boundaries or accountability is a danger to himself and those who love him. Trump embodies every negative quality that a “Suburban Housewife” would avoid in a spouse if she wanted to be cherished and securely provided for.
On November 3, I will once again ask “Who will keep me safe from you?” There is no unifying platform in the Republican Party. People vote with their feet and mine will be marching to the polls a changed woman.
One voice, One vote. My enabling days are over.
Stay safe out there.
I’ve picked my side.
I have been on a steep learning curve for the past two months. My guiding prayer has always been to let my heart break for the things that break the heart of God.
This. This inhumanity cannot stand. The change begins with me and millions of women globally like me - regardless of color. We are successful, intelligent, articulate, compassionate, and fucking fed up.
This. There is no excuse for this. We are all God’s children and it defies all that is Holy to stand by in comfortable silence. This irreverence cannot stand.
This. This is my line in the sand. Get in, get well, or get out. Jesus said to pick a side (paraphrase of Revelations 3:15-16) For my Christian friends, WWJD is about compassion and justice, not nationalism and fearful arrogance.
This. You were born for this. You are ready for this. You are equipped for this. Children of God are unbiased, heart-full, compassionate souls who stand with the least of these, my brothers against oppression, violence and greed.
We are all in this together. It’s time to row in harmony.
Don’t Fight, Don’t Flee, Just Stand. I will train, empower and equip as many as have the courage to clear their own baggage first and embrace their true calling in the midst of this drama.
This is the End of silence and complicity.
This is life or death.
I choose Life. Won’t you join me?
I've finished a month of sabbatical from clients and Facebook street fighting which gave me time to lean into extreme love and self-care. I am not here for the business - my taxes prove I'm really more of a hobbyist anyway.
The Universe has continued to guide me into real life connections with real people creating real change in a real world. I do best when following that still, small voice that leads me beside still waters and restores my soul.
While our political cycle runs another round, and news makes the drama seemingly inescapable. I am not here for fake friends or fair-weather followers. There is room for a non-profit but it feels too much like work to me.
I invite you to join me. Daily. Consistently. Be still. Quiet your mind. Find and follow your Passion Project. I'll do the same.
"They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not grow faint." Isaiah 40:31
I am an entrepreneur living in the leap from the life I was programmed to live into the life of my dreams.