Can someone hand me my megaphone?

I‘m pretty sure I’m ruined for any future work in corporate America.

As if all my talk here about feelings - fear and inadequacy and self-doubt - hasn’t proven it, my feelings following the events of the past couple of days just might.

Last night, the chants of peaceful protesters floated through my Chicago neighborhood.

And, this morning, I felt the crunch of broken glass from store windows below my feet as I walked down familiar streets to get my coffee.

Truth?

If I keep my eyes closed long enough, the broken glass will be cleaned up and the neighborhood will soon return to “normal.”

My eyes have always been closed in so many ways, after all.

As I consider my experience in the insurance industry - where every boss I’ve ever had has looked like me - and where social media policies and corporate communications departments gave me permission - made it easy even - to keep my eyes closed, today they are wide open.

My dear friend closes her emails with this quote: “Do something, even if it’s wrong.”

I know I may get it wrong, but I will do something anyway.