saving my life.

My dad, he was a good man, but this is one thing he told me when I was a little girl: You can run for president, but I won’t vote for you. His reasoning was two-fold: he wasn’t much for voting and he didn’t think a woman should be president.

I think he would have changed his mind if he had had more time. Not because I would have forced his hand by running for president, but because I saw him change his mind about a lot of things. That’s what made him a good man, not that he was always right, but that he would say he was sorry. That sometimes he thought he’d been wrong and he tried to fix it. I don’t believe the same things I did last year, or five years ago, or ten. I think this is as it should be, and though my dad would have disagreed with me about a lot of things, I learned it, in part, from him.

We had an election this week, did you know? My dad would have hated it, all the commercials and the politicking. I thought about him because both sides seem so entrenched in their own rightness. It makes me thankful that I grew up around people who taught me to hold being right loosely, to hold it gently with love and compassion and listening.

I believe in lifelong learning and in reevaluating. (I believe one day I will vote for a female president.) This week, what is saving my life is the ability to change my mind. What is saving your life this week?

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