My good friends are visiting from TX. We are headlong into our middle age, raising young children, navigating this maze of life. Invariably, we talk about the confusing issues:
modern day racism
the influence of corporate lobbying on government policy
We think we perceive the inconsistencies in each (especially the men). I need this gossip and female centered talk. I need it like air, or affection. Then at the end of the day, I can put all these issues down and just remain female. Just be a worried mom, like all the others. As long as I know there are sympathetic souls feeling like I am feeling, charged with this intense and all-important task of motherhood, also feeling highly inadequate and overwhelmed, then I can choose to let it all go. Somehow, "just knowing that the world is round, and here I'll be dancing on the ground" and there are those like me, I can choose to cuddle my children regardless of all the injustice and nonsense in the world. I can choose joy over inadequacy.
Right now, I am not going to let the evidence of mankind's slow suicide deter from this good time. I won't let distant governmental impass and it's inability to serve the population's need distract me from my old friends and our reminiscing. This sweet friendship, these good times are too important.