Sunday, October 5, 2014

Trust falls...

Did you ever do acting/drama classes? I had a hard time with the trust fall. I have 2 older brothers and I often played with them in our concrete floor basement. The two most common conversations in that basement were, for me, "You're adopted" and "Trust me, it won't hurt." In the words of today, that last might sound bad, but for me, it meant my brother had learned a new wrestling move & would experiment on me. I knew he wouldn't go too far - the one time I did get injured on his watch, falling from my bike, had scarred him. I trusted him, but was kinda scared too.

Pool parties really frightened me. I can't swim. I didn't figure out until I was 13 how to breath correctly while swimming. Relying on my minimal physical strength, I could make it to the wall. But that was under my control. Going to a pool party opened me up to lots of tricks and craziness where I found myself thrown in a couple of times. Frightening the shit out of me. That feeling of "I'm going to die, I may hit my head, no one cares" made pool parties the least fun activity for me.

Sitting here on my couch watching Miss Marple solving a murder mystery and reading Tom Coale's reflections on today, trust is percolating in my mind. All three cats are curled up with us. That trust from the cats means a lot because animals are excellent judges of character.

Reading Tom's comment, thanking us for campaigning for him, touched a similar nerve. In March, he reminded us that political campaigns are a trust fall - because he cannot do this on his own. That made sense to me so I said to Luke, "Hey, we have to do a bit more." He agreed and now I've got this job as Field Director.

And sometimes it's like getting thrown into the pool. But I've figured out how to swim in the deep end. Still scary sometimes, but I'm learning.

Because Tom is trusting me and that's what pushes me. 

We've had so many amazing people help us. If you've ever been interested in politics, contact me. This is the most fun I've had in a long time.


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