Scott's prompt: "What really makes you angry about the world?"

Oh dear...just one thing?  Narrowing it down to one thing is certainly asking a lot.
Several things push my buttons:

Stupid drivers on the road.  How did some of these people get a license?
Parents who seem to care less what their kids are doing when in public.  This includes that negligent group who go out with their coat on to ward off the cold and bring their toddler along without putting on his/her shoes.
Politicians.  Enough said.
People trashing out nature.
    Along with people who don't recycle.
People commenting on their Facebook post due to some screw up and not using edit to fix the post.
    Seriously.
Pressure put on women to look like the magazine covers.
The makeup industry.
The backwards thinking that porn is liberating for the women working in the industry;  not so much.
Misogyny. 

How sick is it when people like the Taliban shoot a school girl, like Malala Yousafza, just because she is getting and promoting education for girls?  Or that there are men in parts of the world that think girls are just another thing to own.  Oh, don't get me going on that one.  Righteous anger just overcomes all reason when girls are denied the basic right of being themselves because some archaic societal norm.

But the biggest problem in the world is the violence that some feel is a necessary response when they encounter others who aren't like them, disagree with them, come from a different tribe, nationality or religion, etc.  WHAT THE HELL?

No one has the right to take the life of another.  Ever.  It is that simple.

I have joined Scott Dinsmore's Live Your Legend Blog Challenge!
YAY!!

Being new to this, I relate quite well to a previous email from LYL on transforming fear.  Pushing on, as "they" say.

The first directive was to tell others in the challenge group a little about ourselves.  Easier said than done, in some ways.

The basics:  Female, married, two kids, and down to three cats (more on the furballs later).  I enjoy cooking with my husband, but not the cleaning up part.  I am a certified public accountant and have spent the majority of my career in corporate tax. Currently, I am between jobs after having worked on a contract basis for far too long.

The complicated part of life, at the moment, is the declining health of my parents.  They are 83 and 87.  I realized, just now, that I come from a broken home.  Not in the traditional sense of that phrase.  Despite the outward appearance of semi-normalcy, both my parents are nut cases.  Their relationship has been, and still, is a psychiatric analyst's dream.   Both are on medications that have complicated much of their lives - and that of their children.  Another post for another day, perhaps.

My boys are my pride and joy, as is the case with most moms.  Both are in college.  The bills related to that endeavor are pushing me to get back into the "good old" corporate life.  I'd rather scoop up a winning lottery ticket, but that seems unlikely, despite having lighting strike three times at houses/property I have owned.  I keep thinking that should be working in my favor.  Perhaps I should start a go fund me campaign for paying off the credit cards.  Hmm.

Possibilities are endless and often elusive.