I know you blog readers may think I’m totally flaky at times–one minute writing a blog a day, the next minute quitting for almost a year. One time posting quiet meditative nature photos and the next time babbling on about politics or Smart Phones. (Oh, wait a minute, I haven’t written that one yet.)
One friend (using that kind of behavior as evidence) once accused me of never sticking with anything.
She was only looking at one aspect of this personality, tut tut. Some things I have stuck with for half a lifetime. For example. Married (just a second!, must pull out the calculator of Life for accurate reporting) for almost 38 years. Lived in this Little House in the Big Woods for 33 years. Worked at our little K-6 school in one of the farthest remote corners of the U.P. since 1988.
AND–and here we’re getting to the meat of this blog–have been a politician for almost 32 years. (A politician, you gasp! Not our Kathy? One of THOSE?) But, yes. She has been one of “those” for longer than her youngest child has existed on the planet.
Just wanting to report to you, since I’m on a roll with political blogs, that this career is coming to an end! I am no longer running for township treasurer. Those days will be kaput, come November. Roger, over and out.
I have loved this role in many ways over the past few decades. Such a fun opportunity to help shape the community. To listen deeply to what people are trying to communicate. To try to figure out how to convey viewpoints which may be different from others.
Gosh, what a training ground! One sees how so many folks express so many different opinions. One has to learn to be brave and say what one really thinks at times. One has to follow one’s heart, after first figuring out what one’s heart is attempting to express.
I loved collecting taxes for 32 years. Other treasurers have griped about fights with taxpayers, but I have rarely argued. Instead, have felt deep empathy and–at times–prayed that land owners would come up with the money needed to pay their taxes. I have never viewed myself as a “tax collector”; rather as someone who will listen with a gentle heart, attempting to understand. And so very few have bitched over the years! Maybe a handful, if that…
We live in a tiny township, only 460 folks who vote. I put out the word as 2015 ended: you all need to find a new township treasurer. I’m not running again. And, how lucky!, someone came forth to run for office.
Blog readers, be kind to your township treasurers. They are taking on a thankless job–and maybe praying for you at times.
Thanks, John K., for your kind words and inspiring this blog.
Sincerely, 32 years and out next November. OK, don’t get too excited, Kathy. You still have seven months to go.