Really Deep Thoughts

Osama Bin Laden was killed.

I loved this woman's post, her gathered thoughts on what this should mean to her children.

My thoughts?

First, I thought of the day Elizabeth Smart was found, and this was announced to all of us onstage during play rehearsal. I didn't hear the muffled announcement, and when I asked the girl next to me what was said, she said, "They found Osama Bin Laden!" Shocked, I asked, "Where?" She said, horrified, "At the South Town Mall!"

I can't believe it's been ten years since September 11th.

I hate that we're celebrating death. I shudder to think of what this makes Americans look like from the outside. I don't want to be associated with this part of being an American. I don't celebrate death in this way.

Above all, though, the message dancing through my mind for the past day has been, "It's never too late."

Ten years pass, and we are still clenching our teeth, reminded of those emotions--we're feeling them again. Why do I constantly put clocks on myself, time my actions as if I have something to prove? Why do I feel I have to measure myself against an imaginary (and therefore, unbeatable) tick-tocking? I freaking don't have to. It's my time. It's my life.

It's not too late. Ever.