It was a phrase I heard in passing during the certification of the election. A clerk said it in regards to the House voting to “reject the objection” to Pennsylvania’s electoral votes.
What a time we live in to have to hear such stark language. I haven’t fully understood the importance of this history we are living through, but it’s exhausting to be a witness of it.
I thought about this past weekend, where I had one of the most important conversations with my parents in my adult life. It wasn’t since 2009, when I told them I’m going into full time photography, did we sit down to talk like this.
My dad and I hadn’t talked since April because of a falling out we had. Words were spoken by him that he regrets, and I had no emotional energy to work through. But eight months later we were able to work through it all and come to a resolution, as it were. A certification of our faith in our family and our relationship.
What does it take for us to reject the objection? What kind of courage and strength do we need to face it for ourselves and for each other?
I can’t help but tie this back to the work we are doing. Our work flows out of who we are and what we fundamentally believe.
The contribution we make has to be for or against something, and the bigger that something is, the more courageous we have to be.
For me it’s about putting a stake in the ground and standing up for what is true, generous, kind, and hopeful.