Vulnerability, ugh.

Today I felt compelled to write a thing to a person, and I didn’t regret doing it, but always wonder where it will land and how it will be received. Trying to be real and vulnerable and just throw out there-who you are and how you feel-it really doesn’t get easier. I guess it’s easiest when I don’t think at all about how it will be perceived, but it’s hard for me to be that way, not when I care. But I have always, probably, needed to care a little less. (Especially about what others think.)

Strangers that I have zero connection to?? No problem, don’t give the smallest of fucks. But people I care about? It’s a bit harder. This is one of the larger issues of my life when it comes to communication and relationship. I WANT to just be real and me, and I also want people to always “get” what I’m saying, and that really just isn’t even realistic. I don’t like everyone, so why would I want or expect that everyone (even those I like) would like me back–all out there, just as I am.

Life. What a concept. Beam me up, Scottie.

But I guess for now, it beats the alternative. (Unless or until I really CAN be beamed up to another planet.) But gonna try and not think about it, and go on, back to the business of being me. Managing my life, the best I can.

Peace, peeps!

August 8 (I am all things 8)

8-8. Eight has always been my lucky number, I suppose that was an obvious thing as I was born on 8-8. The number of New Beginnings. I am certainly about that. I am a true renaissance woman. I’ve done so many different jobs and have found there have been many things I have loved doing. Coffee shop manager (barista), administrative assistant, counselor, teacher, accounts receivable and payable, file organizer, writer, publisher, poet … oh-so-many things over the years. I’ve been called a chameleon because I can do a lot of different things. I can even enjoy being my naturally introverted self, OR, when called upon, I can be quite extroverted, I guess they call that an ambivert, (but my truest nature is an introvert, I am a cat and I need my downtime. And also naps.)

I am a person who exercises regularly and have for years, but even there, I have to change it up, I have to have several things on my repertoire, (stationary bike, yoga, swimming or pool aerobics, aerobics and/or dance) because I guess at heart, I am a bit of a gypsy. I don’t like to stay very static for very long, or I get very bored. I like certain kinds of change. I like options. My husband is a very lucky man, as, in my marriage I seem to have settled in for the long haul there. Truly, (now that I’m an adult and know myself well), I don’t even really agree with or believe in marriage, yet I find myself in a (near) 34-year marriage and I’m happy here, but if anything ever happened (heaven forbid) I don’t see myself ever marrying again. But things change. Always, always change.

Here’s to change, and in being in the driver’s seat (not having it forced upon you). May that always be the case for you. New beginnings. I’ll toast to that and to many more years, on this, the day of my birth.

Peace Out!