There’s a lot to get upset about these days. If you’re an American, the massive ego and questionable ethics of various presidential candidates is quite disturbing. But I’ve given up on saying anything about them on Facebook, Twitter or this blog. It’s just not worth the time or frustration.
Even face-to-face discussions can be frustrating. I make assumptions that my conversational partner will interpret the solution to a problem the same way I do. That’s not always true. And reaching a place of difference is rarely fun.
But small change can happen.
A good friend said, “Small change is a thing to be celebrated!” He has a very challenging relationship that’s incredibly complex and difficult. He celebrates when he sees a very small change.
I occasionally tackle little issues with my little blog, like the value of recycling, bringing your own cup or being part of a community. Maybe no one changes their attitudes or actions as a result of such posts. Or maybe, just maybe, one person will do something different.

My molar was still aching, even though the dentist with a thick accent completed the filling a week ago. So it was time for ibuprofen.
Hipster coffee shop. Fun visit with family.
We all need variety. It keeps our brains firing properly.
In England, there are fewer stop signs per intersection than in the USA. I wish America would follow the UK in this area.
Just looking at this photo* caused me pain.
The past has value. The current often undervalues the past.
How often do you use it? Is it worth covering when it takes 45 minutes to get it ready to use?