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Reflection

So this post is mainly for myself, as I don't believe many of my supporters are still checking up on my blog, now that the D.C. trip is over.  I just feel as though if I'm a part of Citizens Climate Lobby, I really need to be a good role model not only for my chapter but for the organization as a whole, and with my last post, I most likely offended a lot of people.  I'll admit I was very emotional at the time it was being written.  I'm not going to use my age as an excuse for my flamboyant small-mindedness and lack of empathy.  "Politics is fucked,", as a friend recently told me.  That very well may be the truth, but it doesn't necessarily give me the right to bash everything that a large chunk of people are working on every single day.  They do it for themselves, to put a roof over their head, to support a family, and probably because they feel as though they are making a difference.  That's not something I want to discount.

I'm not sure if I already mentioned in previous posts that I was going to retire my position as a co-leader for our Lawrence Chapter, but it is in the grand scheme of things.  I have a passion for food and Spanish, and I'd like to focus more of my free time on those two areas.  Previously, there was not a role for me within CCL to use my Spanish, but as it has become apparent that our demographics are pitiful, there seems to be a need.  That being said, most of my chapter doesn't want me to leave.  And honestly, I want to stay connected with such enthusiastic people!  They are a great group that keeps me motivated and thinking about what I'd like to do after I graduate from college.  So....long story short, I will still be involved with CCL, and will probably get involved with the international venue within the organization, being the connection between Spanish-speaking countries and the United States!  What a great opportunity.  And I don't have to completely abandon my Lawrence comrades.  You rock guys!

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