Down snowy lanes – silence, symphony plays in our heads (love my noise-cancelling headphones).
Games, played every day. Every Sunday. Every year …
Monday morning analysis, gatherings ‘round water coolers, second-guess-tweeting what someone should have done – pivotal choices, chips were down, the game was on the line.
Some, not this time. Not yet. Or not ever. Cheering masses drown sensible talking. Yes indeed, the game is over.
Worldwide, watchers eyes, glaze amazement. Winners, losers called by name. Post-inauguration Americans (and watchers everywhere) see lives used as grist for political smoke-and-mirrors mill – pitting lovers and haters of everything against each other.
Need not look far to find fears, foibles and fake-news. Every corner, every land. We can excuse a gridiron loss or some political stupidity somewhere as ‘not my problem’. We can excuse horrible atrocities, mass killings, police brutalities and terrorist acts as ‘not my problem’ but you know what? It is MY problem. And YOUR problem. It is OUR problem. But what are we doing about it?
I cannot fix anything.
Or, cannot fix everything?
Start with: I can fix what I can fix. I can do what I can do. I change what I can change. I can figure out what I can figure out.
Mindset. Seems cliché – but so important, whether or not we think we can, we are right. All of us, little engines who could, people who can, communities that will and countries who will it so …
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