The day started out with promise - a clear blue sky, light breeze, and no stress. I headed for the train. The ride downtown was routine.
That part of my day yesterday was very much like 9/11/01, until the moment on that day when so many cell phones started ringing on the train, with the news of the plane striking the first tower. Yesterday I headed out, hoping the day would be nothing like it was ten years ago.
The morning was quiet. I met a group of people in the Loop and led a bike ride for my club. The whole day was so peaceful, but not in the eerie sense of the historic day that so many were remembering.
So much of the time since 2001 has focused on looking back. And this view has helped to breed paranoia and fear, creating a climate ripe for witch hunts and more paranoia and fear. When our country could be moving forward and continuing to lead and innovate, we've allowed grief and fear to guide us towards ignorance and mediocrity.
I will never forget where I was or what I witnessed on 9/11/01, but I don't intend to let it control the rest of my life. I hope that our country can do likewise - remember but not be crushed by that memory.
Yesterday's peace was exactly the kind of day I'd hoped for, the antithesis of that infamous day. I wished for an ordinary day when nothing extraordinary happened. I'm grateful that wish was granted. Now I'm waiting on that bigger wish - for our country to move forward again.