Two-thousand
and sixteen has been a challenging year for me. Personally, professionally, and politically.
I got
through it with persistence,
perseverance, and prayer.
The first
two are second nature to me. I’m a stick-to-it person.
The last is hard. I’ve
never had a home with ritual prayer, though the creator knows I’ve tried.
Attempting proscribed prayers left me emptier and feeling like a phony. Personal prayer leaves me feeling like a false friend—one who talks to you only when they have a need. prayer, like this whole last year, has been hard for me.
Attempting proscribed prayers left me emptier and feeling like a phony. Personal prayer leaves me feeling like a false friend—one who talks to you only when they have a need. prayer, like this whole last year, has been hard for me.
So here
goes, anyway:
May
two thousand and seventeen be the year of personal courage, professional
clarity, and may our leaders be not clever and smart, (a given, if they got to
where they are) but wise.
* As
they say on Sesame Street, this post was brought to you by the letter P *
