In a perfect world,
There would be unequal parts of happiness and grief.
You might start in the unhappiness arena, but you would know,
The good stuff is on the way.
It is not a perfect world.
A perfect world.
If you asked 10 people what that would look like,
You would get 10 different answers. 100. 1000. A million.
Same answer. All different, some would even be total opposites.
Cats. No cats.
Root beer. No root beer.
Trees and rain, Seattle. Sun and surf, California.
There is no perfect world.
No perfect job, church, or family or people.
There is just us, and we are capable of the unspeakable.
There is however, a imperfect world.
An uneven split of happiness and grief.
It is the world we live in,
Everyday. It never goes away.
Until it does. Then, no do overs.
No returning with fresh eyes,
And the greatest desire, to make amends.
Do your best today,
With what you have.
Love the best you can.
Listen the best you can
Live the best you can.
Following Pete Sousa, designated WH photographer, as he lives out his career following President Obama around, fills a basic need we all have. He takes between 500 to 1500 photos a day and never deletes a photo. To preserve memories. We are all little Pete Sousa's as we follow family and friends, favorite haunts and delicious things that you never saw coming.. Doing what he does without pay or recognition for the same reasons. to have a record of us. Who, what where all those things that define, describe and delight in who we are. as we start to think about closing 2016 out and getting a fresh shot at 2017, our minds are swirling with new and bubbly ideas. Keep the ones that worked and make new plans for those that just didn't make the cut. Looking at some new back up,ideas for storing photos on line and look forward to a clean slate for the new year. Ready to document new memories and see what makes me so happy as I check my Camera Roll every week. 2016 was a tough year emotionally but from a photographer standpoint, it was awesome. Thank you, my friend.
The committee picks a team way before I am aware and by the time I am aware, I think was a team of my choosing. I am well aware that there is a committee that runs the show and I am but a lowly press secretary. I hold daily briefing several times a day and the news is as fresh to me as to those who have gathered to hear. I am Miss Figure Head. I represent the committee in the tone and manner as they have conveyed their collective thoughts, action, and opinions. Sometimes I don't agree with the committee. I push back even though I know it is in vain. They don't always know best but their control is undeniable. In a strange way, I trust them. They include all parts of me. It appears that no one has an monopoly, equal say for all. They have discussed, argued, offered approval and rejection of ideas and throughly know all the options. They have agreed on a POV and then, and only the, is it shared with me at the pre briefing. I am given the information, no discussion on how said info had come into being. No questions are taken, nor supplementary memos included. Just the facts ma'am, just the facts. This whole thing happens hundreds of times a day. I have come to respect the committee. They were the ones that talked about Jesus when I was not interested. Again, they didn't ask for my opinion or imput. I suddenly found myself at the daily briefing, hearing myself say. I believe in Jesus. I believe in the Trinity. I believe Jesus was the Son of God and He died for my sins. At the podium, all hell had broke loose but I keep on. I took no questions at that particular at that briefing. I need to collect my thought and process what I had just said.
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