Kevin Rudd’s Sorry speech, Obama, Mick Dodson as 2009 Australian of the Year… it’s enough to make me cry. A lot. Every time I hear Yes We Can! I tear up. Every time I see footage of that speech I cry. I cried a lot when I heard Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu sing at the Australian of the Year award ceremony.
I’m a GenXer living in a GenY orientated world, so no doubt it’s not cool (using the word cool is probably also not cool) to cry over Yes We Can! It’s definitely not cool to cry over Kevin Rudd… but I don’t care!
My God, how liberating – to not care! And I mean that seriously. It’s not the I’ve-put-a-lot-of-time-into-looking-like-I-don’t-care sort of not caring, you know, like a GenY’s carefully considered messed up looking hair. Not that sort of not caring.
Okay, I digress… (And clearly need to go away and work out my issues with the younger generation before I become a grumpy old woman.)
The changes that are afoot in the world right now are too amazing not to cry over. That’s all I really wanted to say about that…