Is it Friday or Saturday?
No, it is Sunday. The football games are on and the golf tournament is in its final round. Yeah. That makes it Sunday. It is so easy to lose track.
These last few months and days, confused and jumbled as they are, have seen weeks of despair and days of great elation. Monday became like Friday and the weekend had no meaning.
This week brought an end to some of the pain. And the last few days have reminded us that we can do better.
Mostly, in the last two days a space has opened we can stop, breathe, and contemplate how we got here and where we are going.
Both politically and personally.
The election of Kamala Harris as the Vice-President of the United States and her remarks about standing on others shoulders started a personal calculation of the people around us who are our villages.
It was not long ago that a female lawyer could only come into a courtroom if her client’s case was called. The men gathered in the galleries or jury boxes and built networks, shared tips and stories. They all wore jackets and ties. Their footwear went from wingtips to cowboy boots. The women sat in the hallways away from the machinations of court, wearing skirts (or dresses) of ‘appropriate length’, the obligatory shiny blouse with big floppy bow, a matching jacket, nylons and heels.
For her acceptance speech, Kamala Harris wore a white pant suit a silky ‘pussybow” blouse and heels. All of it a symbol that we have grown. While campaigning she did not wear heels, she wore sneakers!!!
And she did that because 30+ years ago the female lawyers (and a lot of other women) started saying “no”.
We all stand on someone else’s shoulders. It may be family members. It may be someone we never met. It may be someone who saw something in you. It may be something that someone else wrote or said. That lift, that reason to believe in yourself, is handed to you in a moment. You may recognize it immediately. Or you may take years, a lifetime, before you recognize the life changing person.
So while we adjust to the new political landscape in the United States, maybe, just maybe, the world, all of us, will stop, breathe and look at the ones that have made this day, this moment, possible.