Is It Possible?

Another rambling post today.  Sometimes, this girl just needs to write.

There are a lot of things I know.

I know how to cook, clean, supervise employees, drive a car, do

some little crafty things, love, be a care taker, trim trees,

use my Dear, John Deere, be a Mom, be a friend, take care of my pets,

feed the birds, be polite, have pretty good morals,

show respect and be honest.

I know what I'm not good at.  Being a leader,

I have no great musical or artistic talents,

I will be single for the rest of my life,

I can't afford a camera with a zoom lens,

my penmanship is terrible, I wear a mask too often,

I'm too emotional and I can't sing.

I get angry.

There, I said it.

What makes me angry?

People that treat others poorly.  Teen suicides.

Schools.  People in America that don't vote.

Parents that won't advocate for their kids.

A school district in a battle for power and control, control, control.

People that don't take action.

If you had known me before I was a parent,

you would have known someone completely different.

But through my children, I apparently found my passion(s).

I couldn't sit silently by when children suffered.

So I began to speak up. Just a little here and there.

And then a lot.

A very few respect that about me.

Many others wish I'd shut up.

And you know what?

That's OK with me.

I was reminded why earlier this week when a

 dear friend sent me this saying she heard in church on

Sunday.

"If you ever think you are too small to make a difference...
think about being in a tent with a mosquito."

So, whatever your passion is,
always remember, you CAN make a difference.