I believe in deep deep surrender and deep deep love.
Protection is the root of the problem.
I will support EVERYONE I love. But I will not protect them.
Ok, if a meteor was coming to hit my step sister, I'd push her out of the way.
Or if a bus was going to hit my mother, I'd... well, probably push her out of the way.
And, ok, if people are being jerks to my friends or family, I will step in and say something.
But a LOT of the time, I think "protection" is a subtle form of codependency.
It is not my job to stop someone else's growth process by "protecting" them from it.
In the Sufi way, they say "What's IN the way IS the way." And I believe it.
But perhaps I misunderstand the question.
Peace and blessings...
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My privacy. Which is silly, cuz I usually blurt out everything compulsively.
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My cat.
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A daddys gurl turned in2 a boy. this boy is starting 2 bcome a man. the man will hopefully b a good father.
=findin common ground
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I protect myself and my boundries daily via prayers for angel protection; one of the things I ask for is to be kept safe from internal and external harm. I also protect others including friends and family via prayer. ultimately, god/ goddess/ universe is the great protector.....but I do ask that my prayers and practice be of benefit to all beings.
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the ones who need it most
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I am very protective over my dogs......very are very protective to me, so where even.
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anyone who lives authentically, door to door. they are the only ones in danger of the world. as fact, danger of leaving the world for the larger pastures. i wish we could all protect this between us. but how do you protect something and set it free at the same time? i protect the little rat inside of me called Jesus.
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My sister ... my nieces/nephews ... my friends ... and most of all, my Yorkies and myself.
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No one, nothing comes to mind. I care for people and things...but "protect" seems an overstatement. I guess I protect my grandbabies from the risks of gravity and ingestion. I try to prepare my step-son for the emotional rigors of middle school. My two adult sons...I can't seem to do anything to protect them from themselves. Kinda like watching a slow motion train wreck sometimes....I don't like it, but I've learned to keep my counsel until they ask for it. I find in trying to "protect" people it's usually from themselves and they usually end up resenting any "help" and villifying or blaming the helper. I had a German Shepherd for 13 years. Now SHE knew how to protect people. I'll leave protecting to the experts.
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My daughter and husband.
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Myself, sometime wisely, sometimes not so wisely.
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my family
newcomers
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I am extremely protective of all those close to me whom I love. This can present a problem of feeling completely useless when something awful happens to someone that you are very close with. This summer I lost a very good friend and room mate in a complete "accident". He was hit by a car while jogging a few blocks from our house. He was taken from me, his family, his dreams, his hopes, his life, and there was nothing I could have done to protect him. It really is screwed up to love someone so much and feel worthless when they are caused harm. What is the use of love so deep if it can't protect them from harm.
"the gods who role the dice,
their hearts as cold as ice -
and someone way down here
loses someone dear...."
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I protect my love, my friends, my family, my privacy, and my rights!
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anonymity
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The Runnicles!
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I had to think about this one. I don't protect myself these days very much: I leave that to my Lord. I am improving my self-protection skills, with is help, every day. I'd love to say I protect my friends from my sharper edges and rougher corners, but I have to give that to my Lord as well :-)
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In the end I protect my two boys the most. Sometimes I think too much. It's the hardest part of being a parent... being willing to let your children make their own mistakes. One thinks they can prevent their offspring from making all the bad choices they made in life and, yet, those choices look different now. They are not easily recognized by someone who grew up a generation ago. I think I'm a pretty hip guy, I keep up with modern culture and fashionable trends on a number of levels. But the whole underculture is something that remains more or less invisible to me, much as it was to my parents who, for the most part, didn't have a clue what I was really up to.
What this all adds up to is the fact that I have to teach them the art of making choices and then open the door and let them go their own way, which they will, one way or another. It brings into hard relief the truth that, in order to protect them, I must be willing to set them free.
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"Whom" do I protect? All the world from bad grammar!
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And mine...
Babies, children, dogs...the vulnerable, the open. If not in act, in prayer.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tell me a story... (11/10/08)
once upon a time, and then and then and then... until the end (and then i guess i am a better listener than teller is what we just learned)
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My mother had an affair for 10 years with a married man, a handsome, rugged dock-worker with broad shoulders and a beautiful smile. They were still involved when she died of a sudden heart attack at the too-young age of 43. He came to the wake with his wife and six of his eight children. When my four siblings and I saw him, we burst into tears, my older sister sobbing in his arms. At that moment the whole room full of my mother's grieving family and friends figured out what had been going on. Or perhaps they'd known all along.
??
This all happened on Cyprus, at the end of July:
Ballad of the Goddess of Paphos
Came to the desert near the sapphire sea
And hills of asphodel
There we heard the taut gut ring
Upon the wooden bell
And old women wail the Cyprian girl
Who rode the oyster shell
But little grey lizards reigned in the ruin
Of her temple on the hill
Grey as these dust shroud stainéd stumps
Grey as this Paphian air
Grey as the ash heap of Adonis’ pyre
Grey as the memory of Myrrha
And we stood in dust before broken stones
Where Cinyras once was throned
With a pomegranate rotting at our feet
And dogs fighting over bones
We’d come there to worship the oyster girl
With obsidian in her hair
But all that we found was the memory of lies
Even the blue sea was bare
But then we climbed into the hills
Above the sapphire seas
Climbed through silver olives twinkling
And dangling carob seeds
Climbed through pomegranate groves
To find the sacred prayer
Climbed through fields of summer grass
As copper as her hair
And when we found the secret stair
We tumbled to a spring
Beneath the twist of ancient fig
Where the old women sing
And genuflect and bless themselves
And dip bony fingers in
The water from an old stone bowl
Forever bubbling
And old men came with jugs and jars
To fill them at the well
So revive passions with draughts of love
For the foam born Celestial
Then innocents danced the shaded stair
Passion blind and writhing
Amid doves moaning cicadas crying
And their own blood's groaning
And they ran to the old green bowl
To drown in passion's water
And wash themselves in tears of love
Tears of the blue sea’s daughter
Then hush as floating down the stair
The goddess Aphrodite
In her boa of sheer pink foam
And oyster shell bikini
With bald gold-chained pot-bellied Hephaestus
And three white Pomeranians
Dancing in circles and skipping like kids
And whining like spoiled children
We found the Goddess alive and well
Beside the wild asphodel
The myth we sought was in the flowers
And its making always ours
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Once upon a time there was a rebellious nation who (though shockingly imperfect in their own conduct) fought desperately for their independence. This nation had a great belief in freedom and held it in the highest regard. This nation protected each individual's right (again, quite imperfectly) to their own beliefs and values.
The founders of this nation believed that freedom was worth risking life and limb. They believed that if their ruler was not upholding freedom and justice, that it was up to each person to protest. They would take to the streets to defend their vision of freedom.
Somewhere along the line, after decades of rulers who were dishonest at best, murderers at worst, the nation started to fall into indifference. As this nation's freedoms and equalities disappeared one by one, its citizens started to believe that freedom was a hopeless cause.
The citizens of the nation truly believed that nothing could be done to change the future and that they were destined to be ruled by people who did not hold their beliefs and wishes sacred. This nation had forgotten its original ideals and began to overflow with cynicism and apathy. It had given up hope.
It was at just this time that a great leader appeared. He was strong, balanced, saw the reality of the nation's problems clearly, but also had a vision for the future. This leader showed the struggling nation that black and white thinking was not a viable option, that things could change for the better, and there was indeed hope for our future.
The nation seized the opportunity to NOT rest into the easy comfort of "the devil we know," to reach out for this leader and more importantly, what his presence at this precise time represented, something completely new and long forgotten - freedom.
A joyous outcome, true, yet the future of the nation remains to be seen. Though its citizens magnificently arose to greet the dawn of a new era of freedom, if things do not fall into their preconceived notions of great leader and great nation, will they fall back into hatred and indifference?
Let us all rise up to greet this new era of freedom. Let us shout equality from the rooftops and not let our leaders forget that they are defending our very lives. Let us take this opportunity to never go back to cynicism and apathy, but to seize the rising sun of freedom, shine brilliantly with hope - and take action!
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Once upon a time there was a little girl named Serena*. She had several brothers and sisters, and her parents worked very hard to feed and clothe such a large family. Serena was the oldest of the girls, and helped her mother a lot with the cooking, cleaning, and child care. Serena was very bright and did well in school. She also loved music and learned to play the piano. People often heard her singing as she went about her daily chores; she loved to sing and had a beautiful voice. However, Serena was very shy and had a difficult time making friends. It took her a long time to form friendships. When Serena grew up and went to college, she no longer lived at home with her family. She HAD to learn to make friends - or be very solitary. She learned how to break out of her shyness, little by little. She eventually learned that a drink at parties made it much easier to dance and talk and have fun. Unfortunately for Serena, that drink turned into many, many drinks. She and her friends would go to the opera and symphony, but they always had a drink or two during the intermissions. Serena almost always nodded off during the final act. Drinking became a necessary evil in Serena's life. Eventually the friendships faded and she drank alone at home every night. So sad. One day Serena "hit bottom" with her drinking and ended up in a 28-day spin-dry place. She learned that drinking was only a cover-up of many things she didn't want to face. She learned to face those issues and to deal with them. She is productive at work during the day and seldom home in the evenings. Life is now full of joy and friends and service. Serena had to travel down a dark path to find the light. *Name changed intentionally.
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Once upon a time, there was a little black girl growing up in the Brewster Project of Detroit, Michegan. At age 15 she was spotted by an Ebony/Fashion Fair talent scout and her modeling career took off. She traveled the world wearing the finest designers. Pucci, Gucci, and Florucci.
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Life Story in 5 words:
genius poet went for laughs.
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That's not really a question, is it?
Anyhow...Once upon a time there were three little girls who went to the Police Academy. And they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that and now they work for me. My name is Charlie...
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once up, on a time
i did something
something happened
the something kept happening
i waited and waited to do something again
but i knew that i shouldn't
until i could
so i did
while i waited
i watched
what i had done wasn't what was happening
it thought it was god
i knew it wasn't
but i loved it so i didn't want to ruin it
until it almost did
so i did first
that's the second thing i did
i didn't ruin it
i just wait until it stops
it does
it doesn't want to
it still thinks it's god
though it knows it isn't
then i stopped a bullet from entering into my head
and spent two months enjoying the solace
of creating the very chess match i had to 'lose'
knowing that i would only win
the third thing i do is up to all of you
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"HI Heather," the voice said. It was high-pitched and hinted of excitement,young and earnest, a note so many have forgotten. Heather looked up from her book, smiled and waved. The door was open to her shop and would be for a few more hours. No one was inside. The voice ... well, it belonged to a young boy who was gripping his mother's hand, about to be led up past a gate, up the stairs and into his home.
Home. Where he would read about magical lands suffused with dragons and knights and maidens and superheroes, enraptured by their daring deeds.
Work. Where Heather was, immersing herself in a tale from outer space, a tale set in the future, feeling nothing like the present. Lights shone outside - and in - but closer to earth than the words on the page. She flipped and turned the pages as the hours went by ...
The boy's head hit the pillow first. Later in the night went Heather's. They both dreamed contently.
Tomorrow came, as it's wont to do. Heather and the boy walked towards each other on the street. Hellos were exchanged. And then they stopped - the boy resisting his mother's pull, Heather fighting the ticking clock on her wrist. The boy saw Heather garbed in silver, holding a lance. Heather noticed the boy was garbed in a spacesuit, looking to the heavens. For a moment, time froze. They smiled at each other.
And then they went on their way.
??
A boy was given to the wrong parents (whether intentionally or by accident isn't verifiable). He thereby was deprived of the trappings, adventures, and experience ordained by the pedigree rooted in his DNA. Instead he led a perplexing then simple life. It was the best thing for everybody.
??
And mine...
I'm hearing so many wonderful stories right now, I can't pick just one.
Except:
Once upon a time things were very different and I never thought they'd change. Then they did change.
??
My mother had an affair for 10 years with a married man, a handsome, rugged dock-worker with broad shoulders and a beautiful smile. They were still involved when she died of a sudden heart attack at the too-young age of 43. He came to the wake with his wife and six of his eight children. When my four siblings and I saw him, we burst into tears, my older sister sobbing in his arms. At that moment the whole room full of my mother's grieving family and friends figured out what had been going on. Or perhaps they'd known all along.
??
This all happened on Cyprus, at the end of July:
Ballad of the Goddess of Paphos
Came to the desert near the sapphire sea
And hills of asphodel
There we heard the taut gut ring
Upon the wooden bell
And old women wail the Cyprian girl
Who rode the oyster shell
But little grey lizards reigned in the ruin
Of her temple on the hill
Grey as these dust shroud stainéd stumps
Grey as this Paphian air
Grey as the ash heap of Adonis’ pyre
Grey as the memory of Myrrha
And we stood in dust before broken stones
Where Cinyras once was throned
With a pomegranate rotting at our feet
And dogs fighting over bones
We’d come there to worship the oyster girl
With obsidian in her hair
But all that we found was the memory of lies
Even the blue sea was bare
But then we climbed into the hills
Above the sapphire seas
Climbed through silver olives twinkling
And dangling carob seeds
Climbed through pomegranate groves
To find the sacred prayer
Climbed through fields of summer grass
As copper as her hair
And when we found the secret stair
We tumbled to a spring
Beneath the twist of ancient fig
Where the old women sing
And genuflect and bless themselves
And dip bony fingers in
The water from an old stone bowl
Forever bubbling
And old men came with jugs and jars
To fill them at the well
So revive passions with draughts of love
For the foam born Celestial
Then innocents danced the shaded stair
Passion blind and writhing
Amid doves moaning cicadas crying
And their own blood's groaning
And they ran to the old green bowl
To drown in passion's water
And wash themselves in tears of love
Tears of the blue sea’s daughter
Then hush as floating down the stair
The goddess Aphrodite
In her boa of sheer pink foam
And oyster shell bikini
With bald gold-chained pot-bellied Hephaestus
And three white Pomeranians
Dancing in circles and skipping like kids
And whining like spoiled children
We found the Goddess alive and well
Beside the wild asphodel
The myth we sought was in the flowers
And its making always ours
??
Once upon a time there was a rebellious nation who (though shockingly imperfect in their own conduct) fought desperately for their independence. This nation had a great belief in freedom and held it in the highest regard. This nation protected each individual's right (again, quite imperfectly) to their own beliefs and values.
The founders of this nation believed that freedom was worth risking life and limb. They believed that if their ruler was not upholding freedom and justice, that it was up to each person to protest. They would take to the streets to defend their vision of freedom.
Somewhere along the line, after decades of rulers who were dishonest at best, murderers at worst, the nation started to fall into indifference. As this nation's freedoms and equalities disappeared one by one, its citizens started to believe that freedom was a hopeless cause.
The citizens of the nation truly believed that nothing could be done to change the future and that they were destined to be ruled by people who did not hold their beliefs and wishes sacred. This nation had forgotten its original ideals and began to overflow with cynicism and apathy. It had given up hope.
It was at just this time that a great leader appeared. He was strong, balanced, saw the reality of the nation's problems clearly, but also had a vision for the future. This leader showed the struggling nation that black and white thinking was not a viable option, that things could change for the better, and there was indeed hope for our future.
The nation seized the opportunity to NOT rest into the easy comfort of "the devil we know," to reach out for this leader and more importantly, what his presence at this precise time represented, something completely new and long forgotten - freedom.
A joyous outcome, true, yet the future of the nation remains to be seen. Though its citizens magnificently arose to greet the dawn of a new era of freedom, if things do not fall into their preconceived notions of great leader and great nation, will they fall back into hatred and indifference?
Let us all rise up to greet this new era of freedom. Let us shout equality from the rooftops and not let our leaders forget that they are defending our very lives. Let us take this opportunity to never go back to cynicism and apathy, but to seize the rising sun of freedom, shine brilliantly with hope - and take action!
??
Once upon a time there was a little girl named Serena*. She had several brothers and sisters, and her parents worked very hard to feed and clothe such a large family. Serena was the oldest of the girls, and helped her mother a lot with the cooking, cleaning, and child care. Serena was very bright and did well in school. She also loved music and learned to play the piano. People often heard her singing as she went about her daily chores; she loved to sing and had a beautiful voice. However, Serena was very shy and had a difficult time making friends. It took her a long time to form friendships. When Serena grew up and went to college, she no longer lived at home with her family. She HAD to learn to make friends - or be very solitary. She learned how to break out of her shyness, little by little. She eventually learned that a drink at parties made it much easier to dance and talk and have fun. Unfortunately for Serena, that drink turned into many, many drinks. She and her friends would go to the opera and symphony, but they always had a drink or two during the intermissions. Serena almost always nodded off during the final act. Drinking became a necessary evil in Serena's life. Eventually the friendships faded and she drank alone at home every night. So sad. One day Serena "hit bottom" with her drinking and ended up in a 28-day spin-dry place. She learned that drinking was only a cover-up of many things she didn't want to face. She learned to face those issues and to deal with them. She is productive at work during the day and seldom home in the evenings. Life is now full of joy and friends and service. Serena had to travel down a dark path to find the light. *Name changed intentionally.
??
Once upon a time, there was a little black girl growing up in the Brewster Project of Detroit, Michegan. At age 15 she was spotted by an Ebony/Fashion Fair talent scout and her modeling career took off. She traveled the world wearing the finest designers. Pucci, Gucci, and Florucci.
??
Life Story in 5 words:
genius poet went for laughs.
??
That's not really a question, is it?
Anyhow...Once upon a time there were three little girls who went to the Police Academy. And they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that and now they work for me. My name is Charlie...
??
once up, on a time
i did something
something happened
the something kept happening
i waited and waited to do something again
but i knew that i shouldn't
until i could
so i did
while i waited
i watched
what i had done wasn't what was happening
it thought it was god
i knew it wasn't
but i loved it so i didn't want to ruin it
until it almost did
so i did first
that's the second thing i did
i didn't ruin it
i just wait until it stops
it does
it doesn't want to
it still thinks it's god
though it knows it isn't
then i stopped a bullet from entering into my head
and spent two months enjoying the solace
of creating the very chess match i had to 'lose'
knowing that i would only win
the third thing i do is up to all of you
??
"HI Heather," the voice said. It was high-pitched and hinted of excitement,young and earnest, a note so many have forgotten. Heather looked up from her book, smiled and waved. The door was open to her shop and would be for a few more hours. No one was inside. The voice ... well, it belonged to a young boy who was gripping his mother's hand, about to be led up past a gate, up the stairs and into his home.
Home. Where he would read about magical lands suffused with dragons and knights and maidens and superheroes, enraptured by their daring deeds.
Work. Where Heather was, immersing herself in a tale from outer space, a tale set in the future, feeling nothing like the present. Lights shone outside - and in - but closer to earth than the words on the page. She flipped and turned the pages as the hours went by ...
The boy's head hit the pillow first. Later in the night went Heather's. They both dreamed contently.
Tomorrow came, as it's wont to do. Heather and the boy walked towards each other on the street. Hellos were exchanged. And then they stopped - the boy resisting his mother's pull, Heather fighting the ticking clock on her wrist. The boy saw Heather garbed in silver, holding a lance. Heather noticed the boy was garbed in a spacesuit, looking to the heavens. For a moment, time froze. They smiled at each other.
And then they went on their way.
??
A boy was given to the wrong parents (whether intentionally or by accident isn't verifiable). He thereby was deprived of the trappings, adventures, and experience ordained by the pedigree rooted in his DNA. Instead he led a perplexing then simple life. It was the best thing for everybody.
??
And mine...
I'm hearing so many wonderful stories right now, I can't pick just one.
Except:
Once upon a time things were very different and I never thought they'd change. Then they did change.
How do you deal with change? (11/3/08)
kicking and screaming.......
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I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator.
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put it into a huge bottle in the kitchen and eventually take it to the bank
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Give it to the homeless guy who hangs out near the corner of Sixth Avenue and West 43rd Streeet.
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Take a deep breath and open my arms to embrace it. Change is normal, status quo is the unreality.
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I jump headlong into it. And breathe.
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I used to freak out. Now that I've realized change is constant I roll with it and quite enjoy it. It brings up quite a few feelings, but those are part of life too.
??
Happy that I got it
I put it in my pocket.
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It really depends on whether the change was my idea or not. If it was, then I deal with it with great enthusiasm. If it wasn't my idea, then I deal with it with as much grace and acceptance as I can muster. Only later do I tend to realize that changes I force don't usually go very well. Changes that come into my life without my urging are usually for my greater good.
??
With the realization that nothing lasts forever.
??
depends on the change....
??
slowly
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Depends on change. If it is something big and life changing, I am using accepting and well mannered. If someone moves my shit without asking or they change the lights on my route to work, I get frigging pissed off and start yelling. Seems like it should be reversed sometimes.
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Gracefully and willingly
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don't deal with change. It has a way of dealing with me.
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I am usually pretty good about rolling with the punches. To wit, in the 12+ years I have been with my current company, there have been countless changes. I have had 8 different managers, 15+ coworkers (job specific, not at the company - in that case, closer to 500 including current employees), been through a reorganization, and had numerous jobs added to my position. Through it all, I have remained pretty positive, and I think I've proven over and over that I'm a team player. Which isn't to say I haven't pushed back on occasion when I think things are getting messed up. So far, it's been pretty good.
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Depends on the type of change and if its coming from within. If I feel like change is being imposed on me, I'll disgruntingly follow. If its a change from within, or change that I agree with, I can be really enthusiastic about it.
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Change is categorical It is a condition of matter in motion through space. The one thing you can't change is change. The very idea that we have any effect on anything is delusional.
??
Depends on the change. For example, looking forward to January 20th,
but I've never been fond of moving
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i tell change to change because if change changed i wouldn't have to deal with it. that said, i did tell change to change. change changed. it wasn't as great as i thought so i asked changed to stay the same. it did.
ha ha ha hah aha hahaha
??
I welcome change... end of story.
Change is what keeps my life challenging and vibrant. There is never a situation that I do not wish to improve and the only way to achieve that is through change. Sometimes that means changing my own behavior and sometimes that means trying to influence someone else to change their behavior. Sometimes it means patiently waiting or sometimes being dynamic (move a muscle, change a thought). Change can be inspiring or it can be completely depressing but hopefully it will never stop being something that I embrace in my life until the end of my days. "The only rule that never changes is that everything changes."
??
A combination of acceptance and sugar.
??
And mine...
I welcome change in my own life and congratulate people on the new opportunity when it arrives in theirs.
??
I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator.
??
put it into a huge bottle in the kitchen and eventually take it to the bank
??
Give it to the homeless guy who hangs out near the corner of Sixth Avenue and West 43rd Streeet.
??
Take a deep breath and open my arms to embrace it. Change is normal, status quo is the unreality.
??
I jump headlong into it. And breathe.
??
I used to freak out. Now that I've realized change is constant I roll with it and quite enjoy it. It brings up quite a few feelings, but those are part of life too.
??
Happy that I got it
I put it in my pocket.
??
It really depends on whether the change was my idea or not. If it was, then I deal with it with great enthusiasm. If it wasn't my idea, then I deal with it with as much grace and acceptance as I can muster. Only later do I tend to realize that changes I force don't usually go very well. Changes that come into my life without my urging are usually for my greater good.
??
With the realization that nothing lasts forever.
??
depends on the change....
??
slowly
??
Depends on change. If it is something big and life changing, I am using accepting and well mannered. If someone moves my shit without asking or they change the lights on my route to work, I get frigging pissed off and start yelling. Seems like it should be reversed sometimes.
??
Gracefully and willingly
??
don't deal with change. It has a way of dealing with me.
??
I am usually pretty good about rolling with the punches. To wit, in the 12+ years I have been with my current company, there have been countless changes. I have had 8 different managers, 15+ coworkers (job specific, not at the company - in that case, closer to 500 including current employees), been through a reorganization, and had numerous jobs added to my position. Through it all, I have remained pretty positive, and I think I've proven over and over that I'm a team player. Which isn't to say I haven't pushed back on occasion when I think things are getting messed up. So far, it's been pretty good.
??
Depends on the type of change and if its coming from within. If I feel like change is being imposed on me, I'll disgruntingly follow. If its a change from within, or change that I agree with, I can be really enthusiastic about it.
??
Change is categorical It is a condition of matter in motion through space. The one thing you can't change is change. The very idea that we have any effect on anything is delusional.
??
Depends on the change. For example, looking forward to January 20th,
but I've never been fond of moving
??
i tell change to change because if change changed i wouldn't have to deal with it. that said, i did tell change to change. change changed. it wasn't as great as i thought so i asked changed to stay the same. it did.
ha ha ha hah aha hahaha
??
I welcome change... end of story.
Change is what keeps my life challenging and vibrant. There is never a situation that I do not wish to improve and the only way to achieve that is through change. Sometimes that means changing my own behavior and sometimes that means trying to influence someone else to change their behavior. Sometimes it means patiently waiting or sometimes being dynamic (move a muscle, change a thought). Change can be inspiring or it can be completely depressing but hopefully it will never stop being something that I embrace in my life until the end of my days. "The only rule that never changes is that everything changes."
??
A combination of acceptance and sugar.
??
And mine...
I welcome change in my own life and congratulate people on the new opportunity when it arrives in theirs.
Thoughts/feelings about the election? (10/26/08)
I have decided to keep my feelings about the election and politics as of late to myself.
I really don't need to poke the stick of frustration at myself.
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Honestly, I don't think of this as a blog and I don't really want to discuss politics here.
I like everybody too much.
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You're damned if you do and damned if you don't!
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Inspiring vs. Whiny & Bitter
21st Century Leader vs. Cold War Warrior
Brilliance vs Average
Choice vs Anti-Choice
Steady vs Erratic
How can anyone be undecided?
I voted early and have volunteered at the local Obama office. I've given financial donations. I wear my allegiance on my bumper and my chest (Vote Barack Nov 4 t-shirt). I was one of the first 100,000 donors to Obama...back when he was still exploring a run because he moves me, inspires me, gives me a reason to believe we have the stones to make the hard changes and sacrifices necessary to right this ship called America.
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I'm SO very tired of all the bashing. I'll be glad when its OVER.
I'll be happier if Obama-Biden win!
A woman voting for Palin is like a chicken voting for Col Sanders.
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1. the possibility of an african-american president (and an african-american first lady!) moves me deeply and gives me tremendous hope.
2. that the civil rights of gay people are once again up for a popular vote in Calif (and Fla and Ariz) enrages me.
3. the hope I feel about Obama helps temper the disgust I feel about the tyranny of the majority on gay rights.
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I'm nervous about Prop 8...I just got married last month to my partner of five years and I hope I'll still be married after November 4th.
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It can be summed up by their initials
MP vs OB
and O will win. He has $150 million to spend still. McCain has $35 Million. Game over.
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Constantly. Worry, joy over and over.
??
I hold both the Democrats and the Republican Congress responsible for the
catastrophy of the financial markets. All of Congress was complicit in the debacle on Wall St. Its time we jettison the Democratic and Repub. parties in favor of Green/ Libertarian/ Indy Parties.
Our two party system does not work any longer. I say Let the whole thing crumble so a new paradigm of leadership and government may rise from the ashes.
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Last time I tried you wouldn't put it in the email! [This was an oversight which sometimes happens; answers occasionally get lost. I have a strict no-edit policy. I've since apologized to this participant.] I guess its safe now......
Definitly the most important of my time. I'm tired of those "on the fence". As David Sedaris explained its like being offered a chicken dinner or shit with broken glass in it, the people on the fence stop to ask how the chicken is cooked. It usually comes down to covert racism, I just wish we can at least be honest about it and move on as a country.
I've already wriiten letters to local newspapers on my feelings about Palin. I won't even go there, but I can just say that McCain's slogan of "COuntry First" needs serious reconsideration. It was an obvious attempt to get Hillary's voters. Which made me realize how stupid he must think women are.
Oddly enough I think I had much more respect for McCain before the election, although I didn't agree with him. Now I'd be hard put to conjure up basic respect. Its kinda sad to see what this election has done to him. Definitly branded the maverick.
This election has given me hope though. Obama's campaign has definitly energized citizens and for the first time, in my life at least, I felt motivated to be a part of the process. Its kind of like we're being handed a chance to get out country back. We ARE the change we've been waiting for. So god help us if there's another"problem" with the polls on election day because I think this America ain't gonna stand for that! So at least Americans are more INVOLVED, so as far as I'm concerned Obama has already won. His campaign has truly motivated and inspired many Americans.
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When Obama wins, the economy will improve overnight. Remember when Bill Clinton won the first time? His “It’s the Economy, Stupid” focus got him elected, and once in the White House, our “bad economy” seemed to just go away, mainly because we all could just exhale, believing that a smart man was finally at the helm.
Obama shines far brighter than Clinton, as his ego seems to be fully in check. I can only imagine what effect his new presidency will have on our economy. That’s my prediction, anyway.
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scared that Mc Cain/Palin will win. hoping that racisim doesn't keep Obama from getting elected. Worried about Prop 8, worried that it will pass. Hopeful that maybe things could change with this election, but gun shy from the past 2 elections. I will be at the polls voting for Obama, and No on Prop 8 and hope for the best.
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Oh please oh please oh please let Obama win.
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it's a turning point. a big one. but regardless of who wins the biggest test will be how people respond.
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Obama please!
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This should have been asked months earlier to save some people grief.
I am a political junkie, and I have been since 1974. Things are a little bit different now. Elections can be watched a minute at a time now because of the intensely increased rate of communication. Since this one is arguably the most important in decade, a lot of people have fallen in the trap of watching it minute-by-minute, and through this trap has fallen many people who were politically apathetic in the past. Someone was explaining how the Phillies winning the World Series had hurt McCain's chances to me today. (Yikes: eyeballs peeled a quarter of an inch away; what does the forest look like when you eyeball leaves?) I made a decision months ago to back off. I still read my daily paper (The New York Times) and other less frequently published periodicals, but I only took in-depth looks at the election every two weeks, starting in July. For the past three weeks, it has been one week at a time.
I have been able to breathe. I have been able to use my thirty plus years of junkiedom to see past things people have been tearing their hair out about. The only real moments of worry I have had have been caused since July by Bill and Hillary Clinton. I knew exactly who Sarah Palin was and the moment I saw her face as McCain's Vice-Presidential nominee, I told everyone the election was over (although I really think Obama won it with his speech in the Spring about his pastor). And (drumroll) Obama is going to get at least 330 electoral votes (maybe up to 50 more) and win handily. If he wins in Maryland, New Hampshire and Pennsylvania and also the other states he is expected to win, even if he loses Missouri, Indiana, Ohio, Virginia, North Carolina and Florida, he will eke by. It will be a planetary shock if he loses, because he will win a bunch of those states. The Republican Party can cheat their asses off everywhere, but this will not replay 2000.
Let's hope that Sarah Palin really does become the Republican choice in 2012. Far freaking out. That will replay 1964.
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i love how it shows people's true colors. i hate that i've lost a few friends to the dark side.
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given that in 2000 bush co. proved the election process useless, why are we getting geared up for it. if obama isn't elected a silent revolution begins. the only useful use of that office is obama. but as you invest, invest in this:
America has no answer to the 'dream'. Obama does.
it will require America to be black period.
if you want to stay white, vote mcain on back to washington.
if you want to heal the world, write in 'no biden 'cuz ain't no hidin'
and expect that obama show you a whole new way of life.
if you don't expect that, don't vote. he's not here to less than slam.
one week later:
what happened to san francisco?
obama!
??
more shall be revealed!
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I feel like a second class citizen I'm not thought of in the candidates - obama might have some compassion for gay people?
??
I hate that when I get home from work every day I have between 3 and 8 pre-recorded voice mail messages from various campaigns, urging me to vote this way or that. I delete them without listening to them.
I hate that in my mailbox every day I have ten or more pieces of direct mail with a glamour shot of someone running for School Board or featuring ridiculous scare tactics. "What if you dialed 911 and no one answered? WELL THAT'S WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU VOTE NO ON PROP. 8!!!" (It's almost that bad.) I recycle them without reading them.
I take my voting responsibility seriously. When I want to gather information to help me make up my mind, the last place I want that information to come from is from someone that has such a vested interest in the outcome that they pour money into trying to influence my vote.
Complete waste of money, technology, paper, and my time.
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At first, I thought both candidates suck, and now I think one really sucks more than the other. I hope Obama takes the victory. Then I hope we really change a lot of things in this country, I am surprised how much greed and corruption exists in the government and among the rich. As a middle class homeowner in SF, I feel grateful for what I have, but there are so many things to improve, we can no longer afford to ignore them. I don't think it should fall on one man's shoulder's either. Obama may make some change, but the rest of us have to do our part. It starts in our communities.
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I haven't watched any of the debates b/c they make me too angry. I feel very cynical about politics in this country, i really want Obama to win but it seems like once people become politicians, their morality goes out the window. I don't think that either candidate will bring about they radical change that I think needs to occur for our country to survive, let alone prosper. I just have a sad feeling that America has been ruined and I don't know if we can turn it around. Or if we can if politicians are the ones to do it. Also the amount of money these guys have spent to get elected sickens me.
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There was once an expression floating around saying "If voting changed anything it would be illegal!" I hate falling into that cynicism but I have a strong twinge of it. I'll vote for Obama -- McCain would be an improvement over what is there (though I think the demonization of Bush is misinformed and misled; he's just a schmoe) -- but my hopes for Obama are not high. I hope he surprises me but I need something to go with the fresh face and YesWeCan.
Frankly, I'm afraid we get the representation we deserve. When peoples hearts change then the system will not matter.
See you at the polls!
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And mine...
I've got three political signs up in my house right now. In the windows; Cindy Sheehan for congress and No on 8 (the so-called marriage protection amendment to CA's constitution). And on the wall behind me right now is a beautiful poster of Obama with the simple caption "Hope". I dreamed that Obama got elected and I cried I was so happy.
I really don't need to poke the stick of frustration at myself.
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Honestly, I don't think of this as a blog and I don't really want to discuss politics here.
I like everybody too much.
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You're damned if you do and damned if you don't!
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Inspiring vs. Whiny & Bitter
21st Century Leader vs. Cold War Warrior
Brilliance vs Average
Choice vs Anti-Choice
Steady vs Erratic
How can anyone be undecided?
I voted early and have volunteered at the local Obama office. I've given financial donations. I wear my allegiance on my bumper and my chest (Vote Barack Nov 4 t-shirt). I was one of the first 100,000 donors to Obama...back when he was still exploring a run because he moves me, inspires me, gives me a reason to believe we have the stones to make the hard changes and sacrifices necessary to right this ship called America.
??
I'm SO very tired of all the bashing. I'll be glad when its OVER.
I'll be happier if Obama-Biden win!
A woman voting for Palin is like a chicken voting for Col Sanders.
??
1. the possibility of an african-american president (and an african-american first lady!) moves me deeply and gives me tremendous hope.
2. that the civil rights of gay people are once again up for a popular vote in Calif (and Fla and Ariz) enrages me.
3. the hope I feel about Obama helps temper the disgust I feel about the tyranny of the majority on gay rights.
??
I'm nervous about Prop 8...I just got married last month to my partner of five years and I hope I'll still be married after November 4th.
??
It can be summed up by their initials
MP vs OB
and O will win. He has $150 million to spend still. McCain has $35 Million. Game over.
??
Constantly. Worry, joy over and over.
??
I hold both the Democrats and the Republican Congress responsible for the
catastrophy of the financial markets. All of Congress was complicit in the debacle on Wall St. Its time we jettison the Democratic and Repub. parties in favor of Green/ Libertarian/ Indy Parties.
Our two party system does not work any longer. I say Let the whole thing crumble so a new paradigm of leadership and government may rise from the ashes.
??
Last time I tried you wouldn't put it in the email! [This was an oversight which sometimes happens; answers occasionally get lost. I have a strict no-edit policy. I've since apologized to this participant.] I guess its safe now......
Definitly the most important of my time. I'm tired of those "on the fence". As David Sedaris explained its like being offered a chicken dinner or shit with broken glass in it, the people on the fence stop to ask how the chicken is cooked. It usually comes down to covert racism, I just wish we can at least be honest about it and move on as a country.
I've already wriiten letters to local newspapers on my feelings about Palin. I won't even go there, but I can just say that McCain's slogan of "COuntry First" needs serious reconsideration. It was an obvious attempt to get Hillary's voters. Which made me realize how stupid he must think women are.
Oddly enough I think I had much more respect for McCain before the election, although I didn't agree with him. Now I'd be hard put to conjure up basic respect. Its kinda sad to see what this election has done to him. Definitly branded the maverick.
This election has given me hope though. Obama's campaign has definitly energized citizens and for the first time, in my life at least, I felt motivated to be a part of the process. Its kind of like we're being handed a chance to get out country back. We ARE the change we've been waiting for. So god help us if there's another"problem" with the polls on election day because I think this America ain't gonna stand for that! So at least Americans are more INVOLVED, so as far as I'm concerned Obama has already won. His campaign has truly motivated and inspired many Americans.
??
When Obama wins, the economy will improve overnight. Remember when Bill Clinton won the first time? His “It’s the Economy, Stupid” focus got him elected, and once in the White House, our “bad economy” seemed to just go away, mainly because we all could just exhale, believing that a smart man was finally at the helm.
Obama shines far brighter than Clinton, as his ego seems to be fully in check. I can only imagine what effect his new presidency will have on our economy. That’s my prediction, anyway.
??
scared that Mc Cain/Palin will win. hoping that racisim doesn't keep Obama from getting elected. Worried about Prop 8, worried that it will pass. Hopeful that maybe things could change with this election, but gun shy from the past 2 elections. I will be at the polls voting for Obama, and No on Prop 8 and hope for the best.
??
Oh please oh please oh please let Obama win.
??
it's a turning point. a big one. but regardless of who wins the biggest test will be how people respond.
??
Obama please!
??
This should have been asked months earlier to save some people grief.
I am a political junkie, and I have been since 1974. Things are a little bit different now. Elections can be watched a minute at a time now because of the intensely increased rate of communication. Since this one is arguably the most important in decade, a lot of people have fallen in the trap of watching it minute-by-minute, and through this trap has fallen many people who were politically apathetic in the past. Someone was explaining how the Phillies winning the World Series had hurt McCain's chances to me today. (Yikes: eyeballs peeled a quarter of an inch away; what does the forest look like when you eyeball leaves?) I made a decision months ago to back off. I still read my daily paper (The New York Times) and other less frequently published periodicals, but I only took in-depth looks at the election every two weeks, starting in July. For the past three weeks, it has been one week at a time.
I have been able to breathe. I have been able to use my thirty plus years of junkiedom to see past things people have been tearing their hair out about. The only real moments of worry I have had have been caused since July by Bill and Hillary Clinton. I knew exactly who Sarah Palin was and the moment I saw her face as McCain's Vice-Presidential nominee, I told everyone the election was over (although I really think Obama won it with his speech in the Spring about his pastor). And (drumroll) Obama is going to get at least 330 electoral votes (maybe up to 50 more) and win handily. If he wins in Maryland, New Hampshire and Pennsylvania and also the other states he is expected to win, even if he loses Missouri, Indiana, Ohio, Virginia, North Carolina and Florida, he will eke by. It will be a planetary shock if he loses, because he will win a bunch of those states. The Republican Party can cheat their asses off everywhere, but this will not replay 2000.
Let's hope that Sarah Palin really does become the Republican choice in 2012. Far freaking out. That will replay 1964.
??
i love how it shows people's true colors. i hate that i've lost a few friends to the dark side.
??
given that in 2000 bush co. proved the election process useless, why are we getting geared up for it. if obama isn't elected a silent revolution begins. the only useful use of that office is obama. but as you invest, invest in this:
America has no answer to the 'dream'. Obama does.
it will require America to be black period.
if you want to stay white, vote mcain on back to washington.
if you want to heal the world, write in 'no biden 'cuz ain't no hidin'
and expect that obama show you a whole new way of life.
if you don't expect that, don't vote. he's not here to less than slam.
one week later:
what happened to san francisco?
obama!
??
more shall be revealed!
??
I feel like a second class citizen I'm not thought of in the candidates - obama might have some compassion for gay people?
??
I hate that when I get home from work every day I have between 3 and 8 pre-recorded voice mail messages from various campaigns, urging me to vote this way or that. I delete them without listening to them.
I hate that in my mailbox every day I have ten or more pieces of direct mail with a glamour shot of someone running for School Board or featuring ridiculous scare tactics. "What if you dialed 911 and no one answered? WELL THAT'S WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU VOTE NO ON PROP. 8!!!" (It's almost that bad.) I recycle them without reading them.
I take my voting responsibility seriously. When I want to gather information to help me make up my mind, the last place I want that information to come from is from someone that has such a vested interest in the outcome that they pour money into trying to influence my vote.
Complete waste of money, technology, paper, and my time.
??
At first, I thought both candidates suck, and now I think one really sucks more than the other. I hope Obama takes the victory. Then I hope we really change a lot of things in this country, I am surprised how much greed and corruption exists in the government and among the rich. As a middle class homeowner in SF, I feel grateful for what I have, but there are so many things to improve, we can no longer afford to ignore them. I don't think it should fall on one man's shoulder's either. Obama may make some change, but the rest of us have to do our part. It starts in our communities.
??
I haven't watched any of the debates b/c they make me too angry. I feel very cynical about politics in this country, i really want Obama to win but it seems like once people become politicians, their morality goes out the window. I don't think that either candidate will bring about they radical change that I think needs to occur for our country to survive, let alone prosper. I just have a sad feeling that America has been ruined and I don't know if we can turn it around. Or if we can if politicians are the ones to do it. Also the amount of money these guys have spent to get elected sickens me.
??
There was once an expression floating around saying "If voting changed anything it would be illegal!" I hate falling into that cynicism but I have a strong twinge of it. I'll vote for Obama -- McCain would be an improvement over what is there (though I think the demonization of Bush is misinformed and misled; he's just a schmoe) -- but my hopes for Obama are not high. I hope he surprises me but I need something to go with the fresh face and YesWeCan.
Frankly, I'm afraid we get the representation we deserve. When peoples hearts change then the system will not matter.
See you at the polls!
??
And mine...
I've got three political signs up in my house right now. In the windows; Cindy Sheehan for congress and No on 8 (the so-called marriage protection amendment to CA's constitution). And on the wall behind me right now is a beautiful poster of Obama with the simple caption "Hope". I dreamed that Obama got elected and I cried I was so happy.
What would you like us to know about you? (10/19/08)
I've been a QOTW participant for years. Y'all know more about me than most folks. I think what's more on my mind is how much more alike we all are than we are different from one another. The sum total of our differences doesn't come close to our similarities. The desire for love, genuineness, meaningful work, the value (and trials and tribulations) of family and friends in our lives, our secret fears and greatest desires, our vulnerabilities, guilt, fallibility...all pretty much the same. While the scenery and the sound track may vary greatly, the milestones are pretty much the same. WE ARE NOT ALONE.
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I'm fabulous!!!
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I had a baby on Saturday!
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I am a highly competitive, type-A firebrand trapped in the body of a
peace-loving yoga teacher.
OK, I don't *want* you to know that, but now you do.
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as little as possible!
??
Over the past 4 years, my smiling face has been pictured on about 125,000 Cheerios boxes.
??
I'm a friend of [The Curious].
I like buttermilk straight up by the glass.
I'm seeking the healthy balance.
I like the people that my kids are growing into which is part luck, part parenting and mostly them.
I consider pictures of flowers to be porn and I like my porn.
??
I am a 63 year old woman that looks a lot younger (good skin care for decades), a bit heavier than I would like (too sedintary a life-style), 20+ years without cigarettes and booze, intelligent, spiritual, creative, musical (but the younger folks' brand of "music" I find unmusical - I guess that's a typical reaction from someone my age). I still feel like the young woman I was in college, but my body disputes that attitude strongly. Part of what causes the sedintary life-style is the sciatica, arthritis and bulging discs (in 3 places along my spine) now resident in my earthly shell. Young women who know me consider me to be a wise woman. I guess I've reached my "Crone" stage in life.
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Underneath it all, I am just scared.
??
You know, I think the best answer to this question is to quote Woody Allen quoting Groucho Marx, "I wouldn't belong to any club that would have me as a member." Yet, having said that, I gotta say, "But we're all Bozos on this bus!"
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I think Kung Fu movies are a grossly underestimated form of entertainment.
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That when I get knocked down, I always get back up again....eventually
??
I have a hard time "just being" and I want you to love me anyway.
I'm overly ambitious and I want you to love me anyway.
I am maybe bi-polar, maybe just intense. And want you to love me anyway.
I very badly want you to love me.
And want you to love me anyway.
LOVE,
me
??
That I originated on a star planet. I would like to show it to all of you....and maybe I will.....but only when we finally activate our inter-dimensionary potential from our (temporary) earth base station. I am one of the fallen starlets from an explosion that ejected me from there. I dreamt about it one night.....and I believe my dreams.
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i'm about 4 and still sitting on a stairwell. likelihood is that you'll never know me and i have to wake up and walk away somehow from life, no matter what's happened since.
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you probably already know since I tend to compulsively self-disclose. But here goes:
That I am able to help others in ways I cannot yet help myself. That I come alive, at work, and am skilled interpersonally in a way I am not in my friendships or romantic relationships. That I often can't translate the intensity of what I feel in the way I want, and end up feeling tongue tied and inadequate. I am often deeply touched by others and end up feeling foolish when I can't find the words to articulate my thoughts. That I am envious of others, and the qualities they have that I lack. That I feel forgettable, disposable, to the very people I feel a connection with and value. I feel alone in a room full of people. Sometimes I shut the door at work and cry.
??
I get scared about the most obscure things. And then it comes out in a weird way.
??
That I'm about as open and honest as you'll find!
??
I'm proud that I scored a 96% on my written exam and a 100% on my practical exam! Now I'm on to manicures and pedicures.
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i've goals I've not realized
??
If you are a regular reader of QOTW, you already know more about me than a great many people. You just don't know who I am and it's not my nature to reveal that information in an anonymous crowd. You've learned that I'm a single father of two boys, I don't drink, I play guitar and write songs. I read a great deal and my spirituality runs toward zen buddhism. I have a checkered and colorful past and I am interested in the mythology of the Old West. I'm lonely a great deal of the time but I'm getting used to it, although I do have a number of close friends. I have finally, for the most part, learned to get more joy from helping others than I get satisfaction from serving myself and that's probably the most significant thing about me.
??
That I believe in God though I may have no idea what God Is or Isn't. And that I can wiggle one ear at a time.
??
And mine...
You already know so much.
??
I'm fabulous!!!
??
I had a baby on Saturday!
??
I am a highly competitive, type-A firebrand trapped in the body of a
peace-loving yoga teacher.
OK, I don't *want* you to know that, but now you do.
??
as little as possible!
??
Over the past 4 years, my smiling face has been pictured on about 125,000 Cheerios boxes.
??
I'm a friend of [The Curious].
I like buttermilk straight up by the glass.
I'm seeking the healthy balance.
I like the people that my kids are growing into which is part luck, part parenting and mostly them.
I consider pictures of flowers to be porn and I like my porn.
??
I am a 63 year old woman that looks a lot younger (good skin care for decades), a bit heavier than I would like (too sedintary a life-style), 20+ years without cigarettes and booze, intelligent, spiritual, creative, musical (but the younger folks' brand of "music" I find unmusical - I guess that's a typical reaction from someone my age). I still feel like the young woman I was in college, but my body disputes that attitude strongly. Part of what causes the sedintary life-style is the sciatica, arthritis and bulging discs (in 3 places along my spine) now resident in my earthly shell. Young women who know me consider me to be a wise woman. I guess I've reached my "Crone" stage in life.
??
Underneath it all, I am just scared.
??
You know, I think the best answer to this question is to quote Woody Allen quoting Groucho Marx, "I wouldn't belong to any club that would have me as a member." Yet, having said that, I gotta say, "But we're all Bozos on this bus!"
??
I think Kung Fu movies are a grossly underestimated form of entertainment.
??
That when I get knocked down, I always get back up again....eventually
??
I have a hard time "just being" and I want you to love me anyway.
I'm overly ambitious and I want you to love me anyway.
I am maybe bi-polar, maybe just intense. And want you to love me anyway.
I very badly want you to love me.
And want you to love me anyway.
LOVE,
me
??
That I originated on a star planet. I would like to show it to all of you....and maybe I will.....but only when we finally activate our inter-dimensionary potential from our (temporary) earth base station. I am one of the fallen starlets from an explosion that ejected me from there. I dreamt about it one night.....and I believe my dreams.
??
i'm about 4 and still sitting on a stairwell. likelihood is that you'll never know me and i have to wake up and walk away somehow from life, no matter what's happened since.
??
you probably already know since I tend to compulsively self-disclose. But here goes:
That I am able to help others in ways I cannot yet help myself. That I come alive, at work, and am skilled interpersonally in a way I am not in my friendships or romantic relationships. That I often can't translate the intensity of what I feel in the way I want, and end up feeling tongue tied and inadequate. I am often deeply touched by others and end up feeling foolish when I can't find the words to articulate my thoughts. That I am envious of others, and the qualities they have that I lack. That I feel forgettable, disposable, to the very people I feel a connection with and value. I feel alone in a room full of people. Sometimes I shut the door at work and cry.
??
I get scared about the most obscure things. And then it comes out in a weird way.
??
That I'm about as open and honest as you'll find!
??
I'm proud that I scored a 96% on my written exam and a 100% on my practical exam! Now I'm on to manicures and pedicures.
??
i've goals I've not realized
??
If you are a regular reader of QOTW, you already know more about me than a great many people. You just don't know who I am and it's not my nature to reveal that information in an anonymous crowd. You've learned that I'm a single father of two boys, I don't drink, I play guitar and write songs. I read a great deal and my spirituality runs toward zen buddhism. I have a checkered and colorful past and I am interested in the mythology of the Old West. I'm lonely a great deal of the time but I'm getting used to it, although I do have a number of close friends. I have finally, for the most part, learned to get more joy from helping others than I get satisfaction from serving myself and that's probably the most significant thing about me.
??
That I believe in God though I may have no idea what God Is or Isn't. And that I can wiggle one ear at a time.
??
And mine...
You already know so much.
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