What's going on good folks?
Usually I'm asking where the week went. Today I'm asking where the month went. Talk about FAST!
The Teen is back from my mother's after staying there for three weeks. Since she's returned I've added a few words to my vocabulary:
Fraudin' - Not telling the truth, being boastful
Drawlin' - Being unnecessarily difficult
I would prefer to use the word I learned this past week at Toastmasters: jubilant. As in I am jubilant that it is almost Friday.
This week I'm thinking about:
Blog EtiquetteBlog Etiquette
Letters to My Children
Letting Go
What's the protocol when it comes to bloggy things such as comments? Is it tacky or (as the Teen says) ratchet to ask you to leave a comment? I'm jubilant when someone takes the time to write a comment, and I'm working on more timely responses. But what about when I post on someone else's blog? Do they expect a lengthy reply?
A Dream Deterred
My letter to my daughter is one of my more popular post. It's also one of the most genuine things I've written in some time. After I published it, I thought I should write a letter to my son. I wouldn't say anything much differently, but I would add:
Follow Your DreamsMost parents think of traditional careers for their children: doctor, lawyer, President of the United States. Our children sometimes have different thinking. The Boy has decided he wants to be a video game programmer and a food critic. Since his life pretty much revolves around video games, that's understandable. The food critic was a bit puzzling. He says he likes to eat so that's a no brainer.
Don't Let Anyone Deter You
Okeedokee.
As much as I would love to brag about my child the surgeon, I think it's important to let people follow their dreams. Last week in Toastmasters, one of the speeches was about a young woman who watched TV all of the time and was captivated by the commercials for The Army, Navy, and Marines. Her parents were educators and a career in the military was not in their plans for their child. She followed her parents' wishes by attending college, but while at college, she joined the ROTC and eventually went into the Navy. Through her time in the Navy, she was able to travel and fulfill her dreams that begin with a television commercial.
What begin as a child's viewing became a life for an adult. My P.S. to the letter
Unfinished Business
A new reader wrote me to thank me for my Letting Go series. She thanked me for writing the series and remarked that she wanted to know how it ended.
I realize that I never finished the series because I never finished letting go.
As much as I would like to say I am 100 per cent back on track, that would be false. I'm still struggling. I see it in my relationship with God, my lingering malaise when anyone talks about "it", and the distrust that comes with a loss so great.
However, I'm tired (in a Fannie Lou Hamer way). I'm tired of pretending it's okay, cuz it ain't. I'm tired of shifting to fit in. I'm tired of being that square peg shoved into a round hole.
Thank you, dear reader, for prodding me to complete the series and also myself.
