priya tuli's randombloggz

I’m convinced this is going to be the battle cry of the next couple of years.

How do I know this? I know it like I know the sun will rise tomorrow. I know it like I know the stars will shine, even if obscured by city smog and cloud cover. I know it like I know my right ankle still pisses me off 3 years after I tore a ligament. How long does it take to heal a ligament, fer Chrissakes?

I remember a song from way back when you probably weren’t even born. I forget the singer (Donna Summer, maybe? Go google it, I’m feeling lazy.) But I still remember some of the lyrics:

It's raining, it's pouring
my love life is boring me to tears,
after all these yearrrrrrrrrrrrs

No sunshine, no moonlight,
no stardust, no sign of romance
we don't stand a channnnnnnnce

I've always dreamed I'd find the perfect lover
but he turned out to be like every other man

Enough is enough is enough
I can't go on, I can't go on, no more no
enough is enough is enough
I want him out, I want him out that door now

Sure, that was a ‘woman’-type song. But remember, those were the days of a nascent Women’s Lib movement. We all wanted to burn our bras, and some of us did. I miss those times, because back then we didn’t even technically need bras. Sigh.

Anyway, back to the battle cry. In the last few years, it has been used by the lesbian and gay movement; the campaign to stem societal violence; anti-consumerism movements… and now by pretty much every 3rd person I know. Maybe I know a bunch of weird people, but I swear I saw it on 3 different websites this week. And when something knocks on my head 3 times within a compressed timeframe, I sit up and take notice. That is definitely a message coming through from my Higher Power. I HEAR YOU!!!

So of course, I’ve been riffling through my days, looking to see where I can apply this powerful ‘now’ battle cry. Well you guessed right, my entire life is due for a major overhaul. Everything from the toothbrush to my raw food lunch to the computer to Facebook, are under fire. I’m going out tomorrow to get a bunch of customized post-its printed. I suggest you do the same. The line is ‘enough is enough’, in case you forgot. We’ll exchange notes (post-its?) next week, same time, same place. To see who had more ‘enough’ than anybody else. Bet I’ll have more neon-green post-its than you will.

Seriously though, what in your life are you not going to put up with any more? What are you going to do to change it? Are you going to talk about it, or just go and make the changes you need to? (Thanks Sherrie, for your Reflection Question format; I like it so much I ‘borrowed’ it!)