If you told me I’d begin again only to remain mum, I would have ~ well, I probably wouldn’t have been so surprised.
It’s not that I’m apathetic. Or without opinion. But it seems now that I have found a relative, tentative, balance in my my life, it’s been difficult to find the desire to rock my little boat. In some ways, I may be better for it; having found places online and in real life to be most of me, if not entirely “Gracie,” has me feeling more sane. Segregation for facets of personality, parts of life, part of people, is no better than it is for groups of people.
However, when things like Occupy Wall Street are happening, it’s difficult to say, “I’ve done that for years; let someone else do the work, take the risk.” In fact, the very fact that there is risk involved in such things as speaking your mind and standing up for your rights ought to compel folks to join in. But I do feel very exhausted.
After all, the nails that stand up the tallest take the hardest pounding.
At times I think it’s my age; a decade of such work online alone is a lot of nail-pounding to receive. I see why so many of the writers, bloggers, advocates whom I once hung upon their every word, as well as hung around with, have moved on. Time passes… We age… Hopefully, we mature ~ in good ways.
With maturity comes a certain bit of settling… However, while settling into one’s self, one’s life, is comforting and admirable, settling for less ~ for self, society, country, world! ~ ought not to be acceptable. Understandable, perhaps; what with being so tired. But not acceptable.
With no judgement or ill-will towards those who left the public forum debate, I just can’t seem to settle down with the idea of shutting up, giving up.
Obviously, though, I am struggling with just how to settle into all of this again.
Meanwhile, here’s something to read, Cult Of Gracie style: The Good Men Project — Bad for Women?