Ya, Ya

A funny thing happens when passionate opinions collide.  An explosion of right and wrong and all the grey in between blows out into the open for public examination.  It gets messy sometimes.  

But here's something I learned today.  I am a grown up.  I can reasonably discuss my opinion, admit an oversight of someone else's feelings, apologize and move on.   I can accept that my passion or my stake in whatever I am fighting for can clog my brain to mouth filter, and I can learn from it.  

I admire another "grown up" being able to say their piece just as peacefully, debate the sides of the argument, and move forward, agreeing that passionate opinions make us pretty kick ass women, and for that, I am grateful.  Ya, ya.