I have a reputation as being a bit of a fighter.
I love a good fight. Fights for the under-dog ... political fights ... fights against injustice ... fights for equal rights.
I fought for health care ... I fought for hunger ... I fought for food activism and awareness of what we are eating.
But right now ... I am fought out.
Life .. at the moment ... seems to be a daily struggle. What bill to pay? How do I keep my egg cost as low as possible and yet, see the feed cost sky rocket? Do I buy the flour that I love for baking my bread ... or do I look at the less-expensive yet the less desirable brand?
Do I sell a hat ... for the cost of the yarn and the time it really takes to create it .... or do I sell it for "what the market will bear"? Do I bake bread to sell ..... and see it sit unsold ... because of poor weather?
Do I stack wood ... or sew ... or clean? Do I get the garden cleaned ... rake leaves or ..... button up the chicken coop? Do I knit ... or iron ... or do dishes? Do I bake bread ... make noodles ... or cook down jam from the blackberries in the freezer?
Where do I find the time and energy it takes to survive .......... yet get to enjoy the life I so love?
I appreciate the political debates and what I need to do to "keep the American way of life". I admire the "Occupy Wall Street" movement and those that are speaking out and telling many of our economic struggles. And I respect many of the battles that my friends are going through ... trying to survive the rules of an unjust system.
But right now ... I am out of training. I am a fat lazy Rocky Balboa that can't make it up the steps.
Jousting windmills can be fun ... but today ... right now ... has to be my windmills.
I'd say I've retired from fighting ... but you know me. Like Ali, Frazier and others ... I'll be back. But for now ... I need a rest!