I am sure that you have noticed that not only am I not blogging as much these days, but I also do not respond to things that I otherwise would have in the past. I have chosen not to engage some of the stuff that’s been dangled in front of me for a very simple reason - life is too short to get wrapped up into constant negativity and hateful words.

It’s been a bit of a weird time for me. A lot of doctor appointments, tests and prodding, and now something large looms overhead. Quite frankly, it has me reevaluating a lot of my life, my feelings, and my interactions with others.

When you are faced with the very real possibility of having someone literally hack into your brain, some of the little things become less important. The snipes and snarks seem not as important as focusing on the happy points in your life.

I don’t have time for silly games, and I’m clearing my personal space of those who would rather snipe than dream, who would rather be filled with hatred than the possibility of love.

There is no room in my world for negativity. There is only room for the important things. Love, laughter, and happiness. If you aren’t bringing it to the table, you aren’t invited to dinner.

It’s just that simple.

To all of the Obama supporters out there,

We worked hard, we worked our asses off…

And we did it.

Yes, we can.

Yes, we WILL.

My love, my hope, my belief,

Sabre

Hit the polls immediately following my doctor appointment. I would have gone before the appointment, but there was a crazy line, so I went after. Score, no line!

If you haven’t voted yet today, get your butt out there and do it. This is, quite frankly, the most important election I’ve ever been a part of. And, I can say with some pride, that I -have- been a part of it. I’ve volunteered, I’ve knocked on doors, I’ve talked with my neighbors, I’ve had well thought out intelligent conversations with people about what this race means and what is at stake. I have never been so emotionally invested in an election before.

Of course, I’ve never been so stressed out either. And I was joking with my doctor today that maybe what she thinks were TIAs was really just a sign that I’m stressed to the breaking point. She said fat chance, but hey, anything beats my brain simply melting down!

Okay, back to the point… see? Brain, melting.

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