Finally signed up on tumblr to try and keep a journal of our relocation to San Francisco! And other weirdness. Probably NSFW from time to time, knowing me!
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It's gorgeous. You did an amazing job on that banner. *tips graphic hat*
Question: do I have to join Tumblr in order to follow you? *GRIN* No judging, just asking. You're one of the few that I would want to read and follow, were I to join. ;)
If I may say so, this really got to me:
I do my best to give mom the details without chafing at her phrasing. Not one for nuance, her queries hit me like bricks that I’m tempted to volley back twice as hard. Which, of course, I did for many years until something in me finally broke and I realized I was lobbing bricks at a worn, tired and perpetually disappointed woman who loved me wholly (and, I suspect, despite herself) and deserved so much more than her own sadness thrown back in her face. Chalk it up to growing older, maybe following the Dalai Lama on Twitter, or just having had enough therapy. I don’t really know. What I do know is that I think before I speak to her for the first time in 20 years. And it helps us both.You're amazing, because I know how incredibly difficult that is. I'm
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You are incredibly sweet. Thanks so much...the work is working, at last.
You're not alone in your deep desire to be understood. That's been my whole bag, since I was old enough to actually get that I might be misunderstood. The odd thing is that being so invested in making yourself clear can make actually being understood really hard. :) I used to pummel everyone with my explanations of my perspective -- and in my family it wasn't appreciated because they were all cool with being not-so-deep and just couldn't understand why I would get so wound up. And I thought that if I swung the hammer hard enough I could break down the walls and...well, let's just say after about 35 years of doing that I started to suspect that there weren't any walls. No there there, you know
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Question: do I have to join Tumblr in order to follow you? *GRIN* No judging, just asking. You're one of the few that I would want to read and follow, were I to join. ;)
If I may say so, this really got to me:
I do my best to give mom the details without chafing at her phrasing. Not one for nuance, her queries hit me like bricks that I’m tempted to volley back twice as hard. Which, of course, I did for many years until something in me finally broke and I realized I was lobbing bricks at a worn, tired and perpetually disappointed woman who loved me wholly (and, I suspect, despite herself) and deserved so much more than her own sadness thrown back in her face. Chalk it up to growing older, maybe following the Dalai Lama on Twitter, or just having had enough therapy. I don’t really know. What I do know is that I think before I speak to her for the first time in 20 years. And it helps us both.You're amazing, because I know how incredibly difficult that is. I'm ( ... )
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You're not alone in your deep desire to be understood. That's been my whole bag, since I was old enough to actually get that I might be misunderstood. The odd thing is that being so invested in making yourself clear can make actually being understood really hard. :) I used to pummel everyone with my explanations of my perspective -- and in my family it wasn't appreciated because they were all cool with being not-so-deep and just couldn't understand why I would get so wound up. And I thought that if I swung the hammer hard enough I could break down the walls and...well, let's just say after about 35 years of doing that I started to suspect that there weren't any walls. No there there, you know ( ... )
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HELLO!!!!!!!
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How the hell are you?? Oh, you're HERE!!!
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