Monty and I took a trip to Portland last week, and I feel like it was what my soul needed. I haven’t been posting on here much lately because I’ve felt pretty blah — how long can you have a blog without mentioning some of the issues going on in our world? I’ve just felt like it’s a little superficial to keep posting about our trips and never mention real, real life.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve probably been unable avoid seeing all of the segregation and degradation that’s been going on lately. Working with teenagers I often wonder how they’re impacted by things on the news and social media, but thankfully I’m able to see daily reminders that kids handle diversity and change so much better than most adults.
It’s been disappointing to see so many people, some whom I think a great deal of, let their political views impact the way they treat and interact with people, using their religion as a means of separation instead of unity. It’s a frustrating and helpless feeling; one that I’m unfamiliar with. And it’s gone on long enough now that I was beginning to think of it as the new normal . . . until I went to Portland.
I’ve never been to a place like Portland before. People in Portland seemed authentic. They’re diverse, unique, and kind. Everywhere we went we saw people from places all over the world interacting with others who didn’t look or talk like they did. We saw people with green hair, blonde hair, and no hair, and they all smiled as we walked by. Portland seemed like a place where you could be your true self without any hesitation.
And it made me think . . . all of these things that keep flooding social media don’t have to be the new norm because at the end of the day, we choose what we say and how we act. So, I choose to try to be a little more like Portland . . . unafraid to be myself and have my own opinions, while accepting that others have a right to do the same.