Trying a Bullet Journal
This has been an important week for me. It was Martin Luther King, Jr. Day on Monday. The speeches and performances invigorated me. I walked away with hope. Hill Auditorium, in Ann Arbor, was packed with others who needed hope and inspiration, too. I could feel the energy as soon as I walked in and took a seat in the balcony. When I talk to people, (pretty much daily), I hear prejudges. I listen to misinformation, misguided stubbornness, elitism, projected family/cultural upbringing, showing bias toward humans. I was just called an “Extreme Liberal” this morning because I’m a retired teacher. That’s the trouble with labels. What do they mean? I could have either been flattered or insulted. A smile was all I felt was needed for a response. (Well, I admit I did verbalize, “Nobody is “Only” one thing, nothing is across the board-one way.”) My daughter introduced me to the concept of a ...