You know, I have a confession to make. I’m weary. Not like sleepy tired, but I am growing fatigued from fighting the good fight…and it has only been a one-month battle so far.
Have you ever experienced any of these feelings?
- I feel like I’ve been committed to a psych hospital, but I’m completely, totally sane. And for the life of me, I can’t convince the people on staff that they have it all wrong. It’s like Daffy Duck: “But I AM Robin Hood!”
- I’m afraid, because of my involvement in this highly political and emotionally hot issue, that people are going to run the other way when they see me coming, for fear of having to suffer through another diatribe. I do not want to be “that guy.”
- I feel like David, going up against Goliath.
- I feel that a cause I really believe in is being handled, in many respects, the wrong way, and I don’t know what I can do about it.
So…cut and run? Fight on? Redouble efforts? Suggest other avenues, for which I will most certainly be roasted and eaten, old-school Usenet style?
Deep thoughts this morning, when I should be choreographing the wedding scene. I think I’ll go do that now. But first, I have to watch Robin Hood again.