We need individual freedom for there to be diversity in problem-solving which has to happen if we want to survive.

When I had to pick a major in college, I immediately chose journalism. After all, I had a lot of opinions. From an early age my experience of the world was one of contradictions, humiliation and unaddressed confusion.

When I pointed out the obvious, I was reprimanded. When I asked difficult questions, I got trust-crushing half-truths. I wondered if anyone else was seeing this shit?

First day of Journalism 101, the teacher paced slowly in the front of 150+ students in a crowded, theatre-style auditorium. I had found a seat in the 5th row, impatiently awaiting the semester to end so I could move onto the more advanced classes where I really belonged.

The room slowly quieted down as she turned to face us. She said...

“If you are here to spew your opinions and beliefs and call that journalism you should choose another major.”

Where was the internet when I needed it?

I have a point of view. We all do. And when we come together to show one another what we see, we get a clearer picture. It’s like seeing more pixels. It’s good and bad.

Good because if we’re looking at something amazing, the picture looks absolutely amazing. Bad because if the picture is a freak-show nightmare, it can be heartbreakingly numbing.

More than ever, even as bad as it seems, getting the clearest picture of our human experience, all the points of view of 8 billion people, is critical to our survival. Self-expression must be valued so that we can have individual freedom. We need individual freedom for there to be diversity in problem-solving, which has to happen if we want to survive. 



But why does a point of view matter? It doesn’t, until it does. That’s the thing about POV’s. In and of themselves, they are completely lacking any real meaning or value, except when shared, only then it has the potential to matter.

I’m a full-time stay-at-home mom. Life happens within a 10-20 mile radius. My POV seems pretty narrow. After my husband was diagnosed with cancer, and I started doing research. My POV changed, dramatically, and I saw potential value.

It wasn’t just a good idea, like “Oh, maybe other people should know about this.” No. I felt a strong urge, a very powerful force, pushing me to write again after 16 years.

Now we’ll see if that urge wasn’t just a bout of lightheadedness during a detox. Do I help solve a problem? Do I serve you in some way? Give you validation? Help you feel connected, related and understood? Inspire you to see value in your own point of view?

Let me know if it does. Ok, now onto the real question...

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Do you remember Aeon Flux, from Liquid Television? It’s ok if you don’t. The important thing to know is she was a scantily-clad badass.

“She isn't striving to be free. She IS free. Aeon doesn't take orders from anyone. Everything she does is self-motivated.” 

I spell it with a ph instead, the power of hydrogen, the most abundant chemical substance in the universe. (I’ll explain more about this in a yet to be written post.)

PHLUX is how we are. We are not static like an object. We exist more like a river, or an ocean, or a breeze. We are made of organic material that is always changing.

PHLUX is what I am doing, it’s what we’re all doing. It is our natural state to flow with what is happening. It is our greatest self-expression, to just be whoever we are, when we are. We have potentials beyond our wildest dreams.

And LOVE comes naturally. I’ve been told I care too much. I’ve been warned not to wear my heart on my sleeve. I’ve been told to think before I speak. I’ve spent much of my life squeezing my big ass heart into tight skinny beliefs.