I used to be so angry with my parents, teachers, rules,
employers, society and any other entity that extolled the virtues of “fitting
in” or “doing what everyone else was doing”.
Just being “good enough” was a full time program for me. Appearing ordinary took all of the strength I
had. I was chronically reminded that I
had never attained really attained ordinary, I certainly was not good enough to even
consider exquisite. I do not want to be
angry anymore……life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings
Don't Talk Like That...
I write to find out what my heart thinks....
I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure. I am honoring my creativity, and exploring all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say....."Don't talk like that!"
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Monday, May 9, 2016
"ordinary" is an insult
I used to be so angry with my parents, teachers, rules,
employers, society and any other entity that extolled the virtues of “fitting
in” or “doing what everyone else was doing”.
Just being “good enough” was a full time program for me. Appearing ordinary took all of the strength I
had. I was chronically reminded that I
had never attained really attained ordinary, I certainly was not good enough to even
consider exquisite. I do not want to be
angry anymore……
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