I had an article published last week, which was pretty exciting for me. I thought just my husband and my parents would read it, but it turns out a lot of other people read it too. That was both a humbling and cool experience for me. The overwhelmingly positive response I received from folks has definitely motivated me to continue putting stuff out there.
I'm also realizing that all the material on this blog is like crazy serious. I'm actually not a very serious person. I just happen to love offloading all my opinions in crazy long stream of consciousness blog posts. Apparently... I'm currently inspired to rant a little less and maybe write something you know, funny. Life observations that aren't so "judgey." Practice and don't preach! That's my motto after all. But don't worry, if you're into the preachy stuff, that will continue to be a mainstay. After all, I was raised Baptist. It's hard for me not to be all preachy and judgey.
Anyway, the article in Elephant Journal is a shortened version of my most recent blog post, I'm racist and so are you. You can follow the link to read it on their website. I've had a few people comment to me that it's impossible to not notice race. Notice was just the best word I could come up with for the subtle emotional shift that happens when most people encounter someone of another race. My husband Patrick put it this way, until noticing race is the same as noticing hair color or eye color, then we're all racists. It's all this underlying BS that has built up between our different skin colors over the past 1,000, 2,000, 3,000 years that we're slowly eroding in modern times. We are getting better! But we're just not there yet. White people get all kinds of squeamish when you call them racists. Which was kind of the point of the article. I'm happy to report that people dug in and felt a little space to talk about it, and THAT'S AWESOME!
To those people that say, it's impossible to not notice race, I want to say, "Yeah, ok. Sure, maybe you're right." But you know, for a pretty long bit of time people thought it was impossible that the world was round. I'm also pretty sure if you asked a black man in 1900 if this country would ever elect a black president, he would have told you it was impossible. Impossible is a state of mind. As we set seemingly impossible goals for ourselves we grow into stronger, more compassionate beings. Whether you're trying to run a marathon or train your mind to overcome the stereotypes of racial differences, impossible is nothing.