I believe we have a voice for a reason. With that in mind, I keep using mine in places where I think it will matter. I work diligently to formulate messages so I’m heard and understood, but I know that my voice, and yours too, is often drowned out by the chaos and loud chatter that makes the world confusing, unwelcome, and frustrating.
I am struggling this week. I’m not angry or sad, but “I’m feeling some type of way.” An indescribable kind of way. It’s 2021, I’m in my 65th year on the earth, and race, violence, terror, and hatred continue to dominate too many conversations.
I can hardly wait until Saturday to celebrate National Good Neighbor Day. In my community we’re having a celebration so I am getting an opportunity to meet my neighbors and make new friends.
I moved last year and was traveling during the 2018 event but this year I made plans to be around because I have seen some of my neighbors but I don’t know anybody’s name. This unknown-neighbor thing is foreign because everywhere else I’ve lived—the research says most of us will move 13 times and I have surpassed that—I made it my business to meet my neighbors so I’d at least know them when I ran into them in the grocery store.