This morning, a friend forwarded me this blog post. It is one of the most clear-thinking descriptions of what it means to get “Paid to Sit at a Desk and Think About Things.” It nudged me to realize I haven’t been very brave here lately. Yes, I’ve talked abortion and domestic violence. But it wouldn’t take a dumb man more than 10 minutes conversation to know that I will always stand between them and those seeking to do them harm.
Those aren’t brave posts for me; they don’t make me uncomfortable. I felt righteous when I wrote them, which isn’t a good color on anybody. The post my friend linked me to reminded me that my work is what I do every day. I don’t want to be a writer: I want to be a woman who tries to change things with her words.
That’s why I’m committing to spend the next week writing posts that scare me. I’ll talk about who I want to win the Republican nomination, what I’ve come to dislike about teaching, where I would spend Carnegie Mellon’s $265 million gift, when I plan to go to Occupy Wall Street, and why I think Carnegie Mellon doesn’t have a politically active
Every day, what I do is who I am. Let’s try to be a little braver.
“One man with courage makes a majority.”–Andrew Jackson