This morning I saw my state senator, Shane Reeves, in a gas station. I imagined approaching him to, at the very least, express my disgust with the outcome and behavior of his colleagues in the recent session, and the previous special session involving guns. I wanted to shame him for not fighting for women’s reproductive rights, or calling out his racist house colleagues when they ousted two Black legislators from the Capitol. Could have asked him whether or not he thinks trans people have a right to exist, or whether or not kids should have access- no matter what- to healthy food at lunchtime while in school; whether or not he thinks $8.50 is a livable hourly wage. Also could’ve asked if foster kids have rights, and if public school funding should go to private schools. I did not say a word.
Here’s to more courage in the future, to being present in the moment, and possess even just a little zen lunacy.