Elections were held. The current chairwoman presided. Her term had been marked by an informal style that displeased some. At best, the election process was chaotic. At worst, it upset those hoping for (and wanting) more decorum and order. Parliamentary procedure fundamentals were flouted. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that the Russians hacked this election too.
I objected to the proceedings. I pouted. Bottom line, I was furious.
Then a friend turned to me, smiled, and said, "Mitchell, you're not in charge." How right he was.
The majority ruled, if tentatively so. I had one vote, like everyone else. My position was defeated. It was that simple.
My protestations, and self-proclaimed knowledge of parliamentary procedure, went for naught. My opinions didn't matter. I did all I could do to influence the outcome. Unfortunately, it wasn't what I wanted.
I wasn't in charge in this situation. If only I realized that earlier in the proceedings. Then perhaps I could have avoided the frustration I experienced. Then again, I saw how wrapped up I can get in situations. Many of them have very little importance in the overall grand scheme of my life.
I am not in charge. And I'm grateful for this recent reminder.