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Come one, come all! 

Welcome to the high school life of

A good girl, who's about to undergo

A series of growing pains

In full view while making her way

Toward growing into a woman

Who seeks to make good use of

Hard won inner strengths

Whew!

Though the ditty penned above

Makes perfect sense to me ...

You might want to read

That mind-full of complexity—twice

If you choose to accept this mission

Of riding sidekick through the high school life of

 Goody-Two-Shoes
Then here’s what's to be gained ...

From watching me plow through pain

While working to pulverize

Boulder-sized insecurities:

Together, we’ll witness a person

Working to clear a path

Whereby societal constraints

That cause classic love lessons

To grow ever more complex—

May simplify, at last

And what, I ask

Could be a better topic

For a blog to address—

Throughout a world gone mad—

Than a discourse devoted to simplifying

Mixed messages that mess with our minds?

With time and patience

We'll plow through posts

Till we understand

And conquer societal constraints

Which confound us as a whole

With time and patience

Here is why peace of mind

Shall descend over all:

Each time we lift a constraint

Both sides of the brain relax …

And get so spongy as to naturally

Soak in common sense …

With common sense, deeper truths

Connect different points of view

As naturally as letters

Create words out of Scrabble

And dominos, line up

In a logical, orderly fashion

Though it's true that my mind

Has lain dormant as of late

Dormancy is giving way, today

To a compelling burst of creativity

Which is in the process of energizing

A chariot of fire

That will drive my blog

Into hidden corners of my memory bank

Where stories remain untapped in the dark

And if you ask how I know

That this corner of my mind

Is about to light up with insight

As never before

I'll reply, I don't know that to be true—

I simply sense it, through and through! :)

As true tales of high school

Ready them selves to roll out of my mind

One at a time

Let’s hope insightful answers

To classic riddles will dive

Ever more deeply

Into that which causes

Life and love to grow complex

Most especially at those times

When teens of both genders

Are groping their way, classically, blindly

Toward grasping that which

Causes success to shape up—or not

For example:

If asked what occurred

Which readied a naïve, young girl

To grow into a woman

Who remained naive in worldly ways—

Until such time as she’d bantered

Blushingly and yet self-confidently

With her secret high school crush—

Thirty years after graduation—

I'd be inclined to say—

We need to ride two years back

Into this fifty year old woman’s past

To see how one change leads to the next

And once we view that which Fate

Had tossed upon her path

We’ll see that which catalyzed her mind

To set out on a personal quest

Where difficult lessons in self-awareness

Showcased personal strengths

Which, as you shall see

Had proved to be—half-baked—at best

And just as with stories already posted—

Which examine Annie’s childhood—

We’ll get a bird’s eye view

Of how, while adventuring through high school

This teen’s intelligent though processor

Was put to the test, repeatedly

While her brain worked desperately

To hone in on this fact:

Reality will continually offer

Annie opportunities to strip layers

Of Blindness away

In hopes of freeing her from a maze of denial

Into which she'd traumatically stumbled

At the vulnerable, highly impressionable

Age of three

So—if you agree

To ride sidekick in my time machine

Back and forth across the timeline of my life

Then we shall play witness

To fate directing

A tot, teen, bride, mother and woman

To embrace a path

Where blindness grows sighted in this way:

First, we’ll watch fear

Scare Annie half to death—repeatedly

Then, courage will have reason

To invite fear to step aside

In hopes that humility will take center stage

Thus cueing this woman

To open her eyes to every opportunity

Which points toward her need

To learn as much as she can

About the contradicting functions

Of the human brain, which—

Upon dictating her decisions

Breathes life into her spirit—

Or bursts her balloons

With patience and time

We’ll watch a teen grow toward womanhood

Where she’ll learn to embrace insights

Into life and love

With such dizzying speed

That we’ll come to understand

That which catalyzes Annie’s need

To delete old schools of thought

While creating additional files

Where new schools of thought

May be stored

In a well-organized fashion

Inside her ever-expanding mind ...

Until—eventually—Annie

Eases her way

Out of that maze

Which had tangled up

A three-year old’s self-esteem

Thus holding peace of mind hostage

For decades to come

By accepting this mission

To time travel with me

You’ll come to see that which challenges

A bubbly, secretly shy, Jr. High wall flower

To bloom into a woman

Who consciously sets her sights

Toward mustering the courage necessary

To make her way out of a paper bag

In hopes of experiencing a life well lived

And while watching Annie work to rewire

The decision-making capabilities

Of her mind

We’ll see how she tracks trains of thought

Which point toward fatal flaws

That indicate her sense of thoroughness

May not be entirely intact ...

Due to this fact:

Vital pieces of bigger pictures

Are in need of being retrieved

As my blog offers you countless opportunities

To see into me

I hope to arouse a global desire in individuals

To come to KNOW THYSELF

More openly,  honestly, thoroughly

Than ever before

 Why?

Because intuition suggests that

The way to ensure looking back

Upon a life well lived

Is by choosing a path of self discovery

As did I ...

Not to be confused with

Your choosing to follow my path

But rather by enticing you

To quest toward a path

Where readiness inspires you

To consciously come to know

The sum of your traits in hopes that

Your brain will not fool you as mine did me …

And thus

While you consider

Whether to accept this mission or not—

I’ll leave you with this thought

Lingering in your think tank for today ...

No matter how many times opportunity

Knocks at your door

Begging you to think out of the box—

Imploring you to embrace

Unconventional thought—

Leading to a greater sense of connection

To whatever—

As you shall see, each choice you make

Will take you to where

You most want to go

Or right back into the maze

Where you just can’t shake clear

Of that same-old paper bag

And having said that—

I bid you happy trails

Until we meet again … :)