My New Year’s Resolution!

Taken from my column in the Albert Lea Tribune on December 28, 2015

I always dread my New Year’s column. Every year I state, “I don’t make New Year’s resolutions.” And usually I don’t because I always break them, but this year I am going to make a New Year’s resolution. It may seem as if it is a strange resolution, but events over the past week have finally pushed me to the point where I can’t ignore something that is bothering me any longer. I make the resolution to speak out and not bite my tongue when an incident makes me feel uncomfortable.

You may find it strange a columnist, author and mostly mouthy person doesn’t speak up and out about something, but I never want to offend anyone. When I do, I dither about it for days, and I feel bad I would be the cause of hurting someone or making them feel less then. I know that has not always been the case, I am human, and when I am fearful or feel wronged I have struck out in anger and fear. I try not to behave erratically anymore, so, in many instances, I bite my tongue, keep silent and don’t express the feelings I experience when I feel bullied or offended. This year when I feel those things I will speak out, but not in anger or in fear, but hopefully with tact so we can have a sensible dialogue without tramping on anyone’s rights.

Everywhere we turn we hear the loud cries of those who are offended about something, some very significant real offenses and others minute and silly in the scheme of the world.

I am offended by behaviors I have encountered in my life recently, and I kept quiet because I didn’t want to offend those that offended me. Does that make sense to you? This year I  make the resolution I will never use bad language on social media or tear apart, or attack someone verbally because they have different beliefs than I do, or I will never bully or be crass about another’s political beliefs on my social media or in person. It should come as no surprise that I am uncomfortable with off-color language, after all I write cozy mysteries. Yet,  I have been known in private to occasionally use a bad word or two when I am upset, though I am not at all happy about myself when I do that. And I do express my political beliefs but I hope not at the expense of others beliefs.

Four things happened in one day, pushing me over the edge and triggering my resolution. I have hundreds of social media friends both on my personal page and on my author page. Out of those hundreds of friends I can count on one hand the ones that upset me with foul language and a bullying attitude about politics and acceptance.

The first thing greeting me one morning as I checked social media was a post degrading a certain political party and their views. Along with the comment was a brutal comment targeting refugees, and it included an article about that very subject. It felt like a verbal assault against what I believe. And I felt the disrespect for anyone’s viewpoint that differed from this person. For the first time I hid that particular post for the person.

The second thing  I saw on my Facebook that morning was a post by someone, tagging a relative so they would see the post. The picture and message was crass along with  four letter words blasted across the side of a cup. I have never hid a post by this person but I did it that morning.

The third encounter making me shake my head happened outside a bathroom in a shopping mall. A teenage boy, probably around 16 or 17, was waiting for what looked like to be his girlfriend and her friend. They got their signals crossed. When the girls found him he released a few four letter words. The kicker is the girls didn’t blink an eye at the foul language of the young man.  I am still of the premise that young women deserve respect and do not deserve to be talked to with disrespectful language, but because it is so common these days they accept it as the norm. Does it bother them and they keep it inside, or do they really not care?

The fourth occurrence again happened on social media later that day. One of my Facebook friends posted a sign with the big four letter word content saying that it is their right to use that language and if someone didn’t like it then — well — they said in no uncertain terms what we could do. For the third time that day and the third time in my Facebook time, I hid a post.

Three of these people do not behave this way in their place of work. What makes putting it out there to me any different than the work situation?

Now you might tell me to unfriend these people. I don’t want to, I actually like them and enjoy many of the things they post and I like the conversations I have with them on the street and in public. But I will from now on hide the posts that make me uncomfortable.

It is these people’s right to free speech. But it is my right to say respectfully, “What you are saying bothers me.” Here is what I have to say to the bullying political rhetoric, “You might have some very valid points, but when you post what you do spewing hate, I feel  bashed and disrespected because my viewpoint differs from yours. I turn off what you are saying and what you are protesting. Please present it in a way where I can listen and we can have respectful dialogue. You might win me over to your way of thinking. When I feel bullied and threatened I shut down my brain to any change you might be trying to make.

As far as the language, I respect your right to talk any way you choose, but please respect my feelings on the matter. You can use any language you want to those who don’t care and in places where it is accepted and with people it doesn’t bother. I am not trying to stop you from being you; I just need to speak up and say it bothers me. So let’s respect each other’s space. I have grandchildren and family who read my page, and I don’t want them to question what I teach them.

And for the people in the mall, my message to young women is to ask yourselves what makes you feel valued and and respected and stand up for it.

We all make different resolutions. We all have different lifestyles and beliefs. I respect that, and my resolution is to respect your space too. So please, if you see yourself in this column, don’t cross me off your list of friends, and if you don’t want to be mindful of how I am feeling about your posts, I guess it is OK because I can always hide it. But my resolution is to think twice before I talk to someone or show disrespect in a post. If I break that resolution, you can hide my post, too, or we can have a dialogue respecting each other’s opinions.

 

“In tragedy, it’s hard to find a good resolution, it’s not black and white; it’s a fog of gray.

— Paul Dano

It’s A Blooming Christmas!

SOMETHING ABOUT NOTHING COLUMN Week of December 21, 2015growth

My Christmas cactus is blooming. It always amazes me in the cycle of life that a plant knows when to bloom every year.

My Christmas cactus has a history. It was part of my life for as long as I can remember, first at my Grandma Krock’s and then at my mother’s home. This cactus has lived longer than my years.

My mother put the cactus outside in the summer so it could enjoy the warmth of the sun and the summer days. When fall arrived the cactus was put in the dark basement and brought upstairs in November. Every year the cactus with its pink blooms sat beside the Christmas tree at my grandmother’s and then my mother’s home.

In my mother’s later years, instead of a Christmas tree, the large cactus was used as her tree and she would adorn it with small bows, bringing more of the season to the cactus, already beautiful blooming blossoms. The living cactus was an important part of her life.

My mom had a green thumb. I have a brown thumb. When my mom entered the nursing home it was February. I forgot about the cactus in her basement for many, many months. I ignored the living plant in her home. A living entity needs love and care to survive and this cactus, after months of neglect, showed its will to live. When I found it, a few leaves were struggling to survive.

I mourned that I had let die something that obviously represented life in our family and had meaning to my mother. It wasn’t just a Christmas cactus, but always a part of my mother’s life from the time she was small. It was rooted in our tradition and it seemed that with my mother’s life failing, I was losing the tradition or our Christmas cactus along with my mother. The Christmas cactus held tradition and memories.

As much as many of us fight to live, my mom’s Christmas cactus did too. In spite of my brown thumb, the Christmas cactus again started to grow leaves after my mother died. The beautiful cactus decided to bloom once again at Christmas time. I give it no special treatment except to smile at it each day. It doesn’t see the dark basement and it doesn’t change its spot on the windowsill, yet it lives, blooms and blossoms. I have to believe my mother is tending it from above.

For me, as I view my beautiful old Christmas cactus this season, I feel hope. Once again it has grown big and strong and has weathered the storms of neglect. I feel the glowing memories in my heart of the many years of family Christmases, of my youth, of what seems like simpler times and my heart stirs with love at the memories. Its beauty, a reminder that there is always new growth in life if we nurture and care for the gifts of life seen and unseen that we have been given. Out of struggle for survival, comes growth.

My wish for you this Christmas is peace and love in the simple things of the season and in the recesses of your hearts. My wish for you is a glimmer of hope and new growth through your struggles throughout the year. May you bloom where you are planted, watered often with encouragement and love, and may your roots be strong to survive the dry, desert moments of your life. May you blossom and bloom this Christmas season.

Merry Christmas!

Thankful 365 Days Of The Year

Grandpa thanksgivingSometimes we should express our gratitude for the small and simple things like the scent of the rain, the taste of your favorite food or the sound of a loved one’s voice.      — Joseph B. Wirthlin

There is always something to be grateful for even in the darkest of times. We may have to reach deep down into our soul to find it amidst the turmoil in our life, but when we do grasp it and hold onto it and keep it close, that glimmer of gratitude helps us get through our days.

I must admit I didn’t quite get it when many years ago Oprah encouraged everyone to start a gratitude journal. But, because Oprah said, I bought a gratitude journal and recorded the things I was grateful for every morning before I left my house to go to work. I would be lying to say it wasn’t a challenge to sit down each morning and take the time to be grateful. I found when I did my days hummed along a little better and my moods were more optimistic.

Through the challenges of life I would put aside my gratitude journal only to return to it months later or maybe a year later. I could look back through my gratitude journey and see where I had been. Off and on through the years I have kept a journal, but during the struggles and the dark times of my life it was harder to write so I would just grasp at words and things that I could find to be thankful for. And some days when I would sink into the abyss of life and busyness I could not find that tiny glimmer. When that happened I would pick up my journal and be reminded that I did have things in my life to be grateful for.

These days, since I don’t leave my house to go to work, I find it easier to start my morning with prayer and gratitude. I find if I miss a morning my day doesn’t always feel complete. I find also it is easier to keep it up because I have friends who I trade gratitude thoughts with each night through messaging, and I also have many friends who share their grateful moments online. It is easier to be grateful and have an optimistic attitude when you hang out with optimistic people. Gratitude changes lives.

This is the week we remember to be thankful. On Thanksgiving we give thanks for all we have.

This year has been a challenging year. There have been losses in our life of family, my brother-in-law Evan and friends. For a few months, funerals seemed to be the order of the week. Loss isn’t always about death. Loss can be health, divorce, friends moving, jobs lost, a way of life diminishing. Holidays can be challenging because of the loss that has happened in our lives throughout the year.

Our Thanksgiving tables may look different because of loved ones who no longer share our holiday because of death, divorce, distance. And on the day we are supposed to be thankful and excited about the holiday, we can’t help but mourn those who are not at our table. Families change, and the change is thought about as we sit down to be thankful for all we have.

My family is no different. We won’t all be here this Thanksgiving. I think back to my childhood and still miss my mother, father, grandmother and aunts and uncles and cousins. Some of my family will be celebrating elsewhere, and others who were here in the past will not be at my Thanksgiving table again because of life and relationship changes.

I used to have a hard time on holidays because of the changes, and I would ruin my Thanksgiving or Christmas by being sad. I chose to not do that anymore. Instead, I chose to be grateful and thankful for having these people in my life for whatever time I did.

I am grateful for those who will be here. I am grateful because I had holidays that I shared in the past with my family and my husband’s family. I am thankful for those people who were members of our family in the past. They will always be cherished. I am grateful for friends who have dined at my table.

Lives change, but this Thanksgiving I am grateful for what has been in the past and what will be in the future. I am grateful to have celebrated Thanksgivings past and present with those who have shared our lives.

In this topsy-turvy world I am grateful to have 365 days a year, not just Thanksgiving to be thankful for something big or small that makes our journey a little easier.

Happy Thanksgiving.