It’s Monday morning here and I’ve already woken up in a righteous power fit with the world.
It happens sometimes.
It’s this deeply human part of myself I image God and I will always be working on.
It’s a ridiculous little human tantrum in the middle of a fight that requires something more along the lines of God’s cannon than the sling shot I’m always walking in with.
Then again, David got a slingshot and he turned out alright.
It’s this messy compilation of the fact I shouldn’t look at Facebook when I roll over in the morning, and deciding to put words to paper before the coffee or prayer kicked in.
But here are my messy Monday morning thoughts from somewhere across the pond for you.
Across my news feed I’m seeing a lot of passion driven posts.
Defend USPS. Black Lives Matter. Women’s rights. Justice for children. Save the environment. Do it all with a mask on.
On and on the righteousness goes.
These are all worthy fights.
Here’s the deal sweet reader. I hear you. Loud and clear.
You are moral and angry and want to do what’s right by other people so you repost and you feel the feelings and you do the few things you know how to do in this chaotic narrative of the world that is all around you.
And I want to applaud you for engaging in the ways you know how.
But here is the comfort zone that we all need to be stepping outside of.
It’s the one where we aren’t owning our own shit. It’s the one where we are blaming “they” and “them” for this and that. It’s the one where all we do is post about problems that other people cause without owning our own part in what is transpiring in the world.
As if calling eachother out or flinging accusations or telling people what’s what is the way forward.
Blame lacks the maturity necessary to change the world in a way that propels us forward.
Blame lacks the responsibility necessary for us to roll up our sleeves and do what is good and right and just.
Blame is easy.
Blame is a demonstration of fragility rather than strength.
The world needs you. Now, as much as ever.
To own your shit.
To stand your ground.
To speak honestly about your faults instead of only virtuously about your ideals.
Sometimes the best thing we can do for each other is to speak honestly about our shortcomings, our imperfections…about being wrong.
So believe your beliefs.
Care about others.
Stand your ground.
But own your shit.
This is one of the most sacred gifts we can give to each other.
Love always,
Taylor Patrice
