The Republican National Convention has left Cleveland and as far as I know there weren't any international incidents other than the inevitable Trump nomination. The people of Greater Cleveland may be divided in politics, but we're all heaving a collective sigh of relief that the event is over. I realize the national drama isn't over, but I'm glad Cleveland came out of the event okay.
As for "Trapped", I keep flip flopping between bad memories and thoughts of freedom: the misery of a bad marriage, the joy of divorce, bad jobs, great jobs... climbing tall, tall pine trees and looking out at the world with the view of a hawk, swaying with the wind as I clutched the trunk because the brittle branches won't hold even a skinny, little kid, especially if you go too high.
I think I knew at the time that the world was full of opportunities, even when I felt unhappy and limited. I didn't want to be president, but I fought with my father that I could become one if I changed my mind about it because I deeply felt that women could and should challenge traditional limitations. "Not in my lifetime!" Dad said. "It will happen in mine!" I pronounced. Maybe it will turn out that we were both right? It didn't happen in Dad's life, but it will in mine.
I don't know if Hillary Clinton will be the one to break this glass ceiling, but she's come farther than any women before her -- and good for all women as a result. I could say a whole lot about what I think of the American political system and how that has made a mess of things, and probably threatens the entire world, but I can't tackle everything important in one post.
I didn't vote for Hillary in the primaries, and even that feels like something of a victory because I chose my preferred candidate based on issues instead of gender. I'll admit that I still wish for a Bernie Sanders upset at the Democratic National Convention this week in Philadelphia, but I realize this is just my personal fantasy. I loved Bernie before most people even knew who he was.
Long before all this craziness, I was actually in the same room with Trump once. I went to New York City for work and my boss got us tickets to "The View". One of the guests was Donald. He was perfectly pleasant and charming... and that's the last good thing I'll say about him unless I get the opportunity to say that he accepted his defeat with grace.