I got some much-needed alone time today, as well as a good walk in the sun and a solid workout at FightFit, all providing me with some time to reflect on this past week and especially yesterday.
When the going gets tough, the tough get going.
I’ve actually been trying not to write much about Erica this past little while. I mean, what else can I say that hasn’t already been said?
But here I go anyway….
I am currently dealing with something that doesn’t make sense.
Everyone agrees it doesn’t make sense.
In fact, the only way it could make any sense at all is if everything else also stopped making sense.
I mean, I think we do.
At least everyone I know does.
I actually started writing this blog entry the other day, but didn’t finish it.
Then, yesterday, something happened that made me realize, again, how very true it is that pain demands to be felt.
You’re not going to be surprised by my answer to the question of whether or not vaccinations should be mandatory.
I think, under most circumstances, they should be.
There’s another argument against vaccinating our children that keeps getting trotted out and it’s really irritating me.
That argument is that vaccinating our children is a conspiracy of Big Pharma; that it is their way to make as much money as they can off of us.
That title’s harsh, is it?
Well, too bad.
For days, I’ve been writing about how important vaccinations are and about how wrong anti-vaxxers are.
For days, I’ve been worried that my brand-spanking-new nephew could come into contact with measles or that one of the other three children I know who can’t be vaccinated yet or at all could come into contact with measles.