Yesterday was hard.*
Hard because once again I feel like I’m spinning my wheels. Because what’s the point of this? How am I affecting change? How does what I do matter?
After venting to my mom and spending an hour talking to and petting my dogs, though, I felt a little better. A couple things stood out for me, though — a couple lessons learned:
- I was surprised by how hard it was for me to let go of an injustice.
- I was surprised by how much it hurt to feel dismissed.
- I was surprised by how sad it made me to feel under-appreciated.
I came away with this thought: I should always let people know that they matter, that their efforts are appreciated. Kindness is paramount. The alternative is awful.
Finally, I turned to this, a favorite quote from Ayn Rand:
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.
The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
Thank dog for those words.
*First-world hard. Not really hard. Not hard like it is for those starving people in Somalia; not hard like it is for people facing real grief, sadness, pain, or fear. Just first-world hard for an overly-coddled, self-centered, suburban over-thinker.