I like the new pope. Betcha didn't see that one coming. When asked about gay clergy by a journalist, he said, "Who am I to judge other people in this context? Who am I to judge the way other people live? Who am I to be passing judgement?"
Maybe if more people, in positions of authority or not, took up that mind-frame we'd all live happier lives for it.
I'm pretty sure already this post will be very ADD. Turkey dinner was fabulous last night and I have a ton of leftovers so if you're in Toronto without power/water/heat in this terrible ice storm give me a ring. I'm happy to set up a hostel as I'm one of the lucky ones.
I'm also happy to report I'm already over my yearly mid-December depression. My bounce-back time is getting better every year, I think my therapist is proud of me. It probably helps that it's my first day off work until after the holidays and even though I keep getting up, going back to bed seems to be how the day is going.
Bed, IPhone and a book, that's probably the best way to spend your first day of holidays. I don't want to downplay the effects of depression. I know the holidays can be rough for many people, not just me. I have a girlfriend battling cancer right now. Another one facing her first Christmas ever without her mom. Now we all know I've lost a hell of a lot of people. But I have to say, heading into Christmas, I'm extremely grateful for my oh-so-handsome brother.
I feel like if we were in the Hunger Games he'd totally have my back. Even though I'd be one of those people who die in the first 5 minutes because I'm clumsy and don't know how to use any weapons. I've written quite a few blogs on here about the people who mean a lot to me, family and "like-family" but I don't think I've ever really expressed how utterly important this relationship is to me.
Even before we moved in together, I remember being sick at the hospital, and they asked me to fill out an emergency contact form. I didn't know what to do with it. Michael doesn't always answer his phone. And he loses it a lot. But that was my option, so I went with it.
Then we lived together. I wasn't much fun, I spent most of that year crying in bed. But he'd come in and take the wine glass out of my hand after I'd fallen asleep, hold my hand when I cried, dragged me out to yoga on Saturdays.
Neither of us could be labelled as completely sane and well-adjusted. But we keep trying. Confronting and solving problems is a painful process, which most people attempt to avoid. We don't anymore. We can be open and honest and solution driven. He's also the best date for any important function, appreciates my cooking more than most people and calls to talk when he knows I need him to.
We don't always see eye to eye, but we are always there for each other, and we take a damn good picture. From my perspective, that's a glass half-full. :)
Ps. Just to tie it all together, my best friend is gay and she kinda likes Pope Francis too. It's almost 2014 people. Obviously Armageddon is not coming, let's just accept people for who they are (except for the really bad people) and live with acceptance and hope.
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