I was sitting in one of my courses yesterday when the discussion came around to creating ‘change’. These kids, okay young adults, weren’t talking about changing little things they were talking about making big political changes in the world – righting wrongs! Fixing the broken! Insuring equality!
The talk then turned to why this was so hard to do. We talked a little about the right to vote, the ripple effect and how, in many cases, one person can make a difference.
These kids were inspirational. ‘We can end poverty! Turn around global warming! Make war a thing of the past!’ they cried.
It was an interesting discussion and I was inspired by my classmate’s passion, optimism and energy.
As I was driving home I was thinking about a younger TiredMama and remembering when I had that energy, those types of beliefs. I remembered the days when I thought I could change the world.
Then I wondered where my passion to change the world went.
I’ve since decided that my energy for righting the world’s wrongs is buried some where under the stack of dirty laundry at the bottom of my basement stairs. It could of course also be hidden with the dust bunnies under my bed, or just be hanging out in the dishwasher that I should be emptying.
Scary. All I do these days to create this type of ‘world change’ is turn off lights, recycle and vote. Not all that ground breaking or inspiring am I? Honestly, I no longer have the drive to change the world. Heck, I don’t even have the energy to change the sheets weekly any more. I wish I did.
I can only hope that maybe I’m raising the child who will grow up and make the world a better, gentler place.
So I think I’ll now go and throw some whites in the washer. If my kids are gonna change the world, the least I can do is make sure they have some clean undies to do it in.