I am getting all kinds of challenges here. I love it. It forces...well I am not so sure that is the word but I am making better choices. About everything. Not settling. done of this surprises me. It is humbling, though. To know...know...one's vulnerability. We all have it.
The pickings are not so slim anymore. More choices. More wide open. These are just words. Labels. Writing this I want to erase it all, the type, the experiences. I could easy just let it all go. Fessing up keeps us cenetered. Maybe it is what the Catholics do, they confess. But always one not to need to talk this over with anyone, living with oneself seems to encourage that. To be heard. I hear me. Better now. I am ready to do something about it. Feeling more support.
I have always been the one to support. I was and am the Mother. Maybe it is in aligning to my set of behaviors and experiences. It is not about setting an example, it is about being.
Sitting in the theatre last night, I was thinking about how insular everyone seemed. I decided to talk to the couple to my right. A taffy pull to get them to open up. And then it happened. A familiar accent.
"Well, yes, I am from Winston-Salem. Came here forty six years ago."
"I am used to people that sit near me, behind, in front and to the left and right talking to me."
Funny, when I first moved to the south, I was so ready to open up more. Always a friendly soul, this fit me nicely. But sitting in the historical music hall, well let's just say it felt cold.
All around me, people were connecting with their friends. I don't want to be anonymous here. I won't.
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