Dear New Year’s,
Hello there soon-to-be-New Year’s Eve! I adore your representation as a cute little cherub, with so much to look forward to – so much potential.
Here’s the problem, though: So many people see that incredible opportunity to become and experience whatever the new year brings as a chance to berate themselves. It’s seen as a time to look back at all we’ve done wrong in the last twelve months, all the ways we haven’t been enough, all the times we dropped the ball or didn’t follow our own advice. And there might be something to evaluating one’s stock and wanting to create more room for growth in the future, but so many people get stuck in the mud and never turn toward the sunshine and never water their dreams and goals and end up never seeing that growth.
When someone is accused of a crime, they are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty in a court of law, right? I don’t know that this is actually the way things play out, though. Especially with social media being what it is, everyone has an opinion about who’s guilty. And, that’s not fair to those who deserve a day in court to defend themselves against allegations of wrong-doing.
More importantly, perhaps, are the assumptions made about those that make the allegations.
This month I may be a bit quiet on here…but only because I’m using my voice somewhere else. I’ve been thinking about writing a book for a while and have tossed around several concepts. One that I keep coming back to is helping sexual assault survivors. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked myself how I can best do that.
Today a story came out in a local paper in a place we’ve called home more than once. The short of it is that, “For the third time in about three years, the Kitsap County Sheriff’s Office is investigating allegations of sexual assault on a North Kitsap School District bus.” That first line of the article brought tears to my eyes. And then the tears fell, and steadily kept coming down while I read not only the story but the comments too.
I don’t usually read comments. Thankfully these weren’t nasty and awful. Most were sad, confused, and frustrated. One theme that I noticed, though, was the whole, “kids these days” idea.