The Freedom to speak

I have often been taken aback during a conversation with a friend…or for that matter a casual conversation with a stranger…there can be one phrase that will mentally remove me from the conversation as I attempt to define exactly what was said, often as I slowly open a squeaky window into judgement.

During my childhood years, the words or opinions from my parents were soaked in as gospel…perhaps not the canonical gospel….but the absolute last word on the subject. As I matured into my teen years and young adulthood, I was often taken in by the verbiage of others my age…it was new, fresh and helped me sort my opinions about clothes, cars, social and world events. I have often later ruminated about particular conversations that did not feel comfortable within my belief system. I always have the right to release ties to a relationship.

Now many years later, I recognize that I still put value on my friendships by how we relate in opinions. I feel I give and receive a lot of grace as I accept and often absorb other’s values and opinions because I actually never know when there is something new that will change my perspective.

Fast Forward to this morning in 2024, A discussion about the acronym SRO in a book. “He” asked me what I thought it meant and I said “School Resource Officer” which came from my many years working in the law enforcement community. “He” looked it up to find the definition SRO as “Standing Room Only” which was obviously the context. It’s so much healthier to acknowledge, to learn perspectives from others. There are always going to be contrasts. WE have all lived different moments and built our individual belief systems. Thus the steadfast arguments revolving around abortion, legal euthanasia, race and religion! It’s not my job to agree or change anyones mind, it is my job to allow a difference of opinion in the moment and understand that life lessons will either harden or open the mind to a new way of thinking.

and so it is…..

Fun with social media….

When I blog, it is almost guaranteed that I have some passion behind it.  After lots of soul searching and therapy, I have lots of positive passion now compared to, say, my blogs of 2009 when I blogged more out of desperation to find air space somewhere because I knew I wasn’t going to make it up to the top of the lake.

The passion in my blogs usually comes from something I’ve been thinking about for some time and I’m ready to discuss AND I want to know what others think – whether they agree or disagree – I want to know.  There are very few times when I haven’t considered a different perspective.  I love the art of deep thinking.  I also blog as a way to get my life and my thoughts down in black and white, so to speak.  May I humbly say for the next generations?  As I spend countless hours lost in genealogy, I am left so sad by not knowing the details.  How many times I have thought to myself – why didn’t I ask my dad this or that.  My life, my thought process and my perception of events are there for my family when they fly in to earth in their space car.

Yesterday’s blog, What labeled pigeon hole do I fit in?, came from lots of thinking and reading about introverts and extroverts.  While I really don’t like labels for the most part, I am kind of obsessed with knowing that I’m normal…and, of course, normal being a label that probably requires a heavy black magic marker line.  I did  get some feedback on the in/ex question – especially an informative little TED talk that he sent me from You Tube last night.  Then Ground Hog told me he though perhaps I was omnivert which sent me immediately to google where I was hooked up with another WordPress bloggess.  I’ve only read one of her posts but I think I’m going to like her theories.

My best conversation, though, also with groundhog was about my blog about religion and the bible.  He and I are several miles apart in our beliefs and biblical convictions….Random Sunday Morning.  A healthy dialogue between the two of us felt really good.  I think we both knew that it was not going to change either of our minds…but I loved the give and take.  The argument.  The agreeing to disagree that we have always had about nearly every topic…

So I leave you today with the challenge…if you have something to say about what I write, I want to know.  I love a good discussion and the only thing I will not tolerate is disrespect.

Until next time….