ITCHING TO TELL YOU A STORY THAT TAKES COURAGE TO REVEAL
You've just read the title of the first post I ever wrote.
I've decided to copy my first post here for newcomers, who've not yet read posts from the past. In addition to offering newcomer's insight into trains of thought that inspired me to write this blog, I'm offering myself the gift of time to recover from disappointment and rewrite the story that was such fun to write until it was mistakenly deleted! Groan ...
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Gosh, I sure hope my second try is as much fun as the first. Why? Because, it stands to reason that relating a story that was this much fun to write would have been fun to read—sigh. Though it's tough to accept that what's past is past ... today is a new day, offering a fresh start, so let's move on ... and with fresh starts in mind the post, seen below, will show you how I chose to introduce myself to the world at large via cyberspace. You see, I'm hoping that upon reading this post, those of you new to the blog may feel inspired to go back and read stories describing childhood experiences that caused me to acquire attitudes and traits, some positively focused, some not. Injected into each story are insights, which inspired my patterns of thought to expand in ways that heightened portions of my self esteem, wounded during youth.
While reading story after story, you'll grow aware of why the mind of this woman, who has learned to embrace the unacceptable as part of life, has come to acknowledge the positive effect of changes that I would not have freely chosen. And aiming to share the ways in which these changes expanded my views of my role in life, I choose to reach out to you, day after day, in hopes of creating such an intimate connection as to inspire feelings of 'friendship' so deep as to encourage you to adjust your attitudes, thereby improving your lot by absorbing the strength of seeing the positive, hidden within much of what at first glance feels nothing but negative. And if, while you ride sidekick along with me back and forth across the time line, buckled safely into my time machine, you and I come to view people of all ethenticities as birds of a feather, flying toward the future through thick and thin with positive focus intact—well, I can think of little that might inspire my spirit to soar than that!
So okay, nuff said, except for this ...
If you choose to ride kick with this woman on a mission, buckle up, because my thinking machine is ready for flight ... :)
You've just read the title of the first post I ever wrote.
I've decided to copy my first post here for newcomers, who've not yet read posts from the past. In addition to offering newcomer's insight into trains of thought that inspired me to write this blog, I'm offering myself the gift of time to recover from disappointment and rewrite the story that was such fun to write until it was mistakenly deleted! Groan ...
.
Gosh, I sure hope my second try is as much fun as the first. Why? Because, it stands to reason that relating a story that was this much fun to write would have been fun to read—sigh. Though it's tough to accept that what's past is past ... today is a new day, offering a fresh start, so let's move on ... and with fresh starts in mind the post, seen below, will show you how I chose to introduce myself to the world at large via cyberspace. You see, I'm hoping that upon reading this post, those of you new to the blog may feel inspired to go back and read stories describing childhood experiences that caused me to acquire attitudes and traits, some positively focused, some not. Injected into each story are insights, which inspired my patterns of thought to expand in ways that heightened portions of my self esteem, wounded during youth.
While reading story after story, you'll grow aware of why the mind of this woman, who has learned to embrace the unacceptable as part of life, has come to acknowledge the positive effect of changes that I would not have freely chosen. And aiming to share the ways in which these changes expanded my views of my role in life, I choose to reach out to you, day after day, in hopes of creating such an intimate connection as to inspire feelings of 'friendship' so deep as to encourage you to adjust your attitudes, thereby improving your lot by absorbing the strength of seeing the positive, hidden within much of what at first glance feels nothing but negative. And if, while you ride sidekick along with me back and forth across the time line, buckled safely into my time machine, you and I come to view people of all ethenticities as birds of a feather, flying toward the future through thick and thin with positive focus intact—well, I can think of little that might inspire my spirit to soar than that!
So okay, nuff said, except for this ...
If you choose to ride kick with this woman on a mission, buckle up, because my thinking machine is ready for flight ... :)
Hello. My name is Annie, and I’m itching to tell you a story that takes courage to reveal. This true tale of love gone wrong is made up of a series of stories, extending over many years. And each story relates to how I learned to repair my battered ego after having been emotionally brow beaten by a mean-minded band of prepubescent bullies—repeatedly.
My purpose in baring these stories (some funny, some serious, all deeply personal) is to highlight classic reasons why my husband and I broke apart though we'd vowed to love, honor, and nurture each other 'till death do we part'. In short, I believe that with insight and hindsight as my guides, these stories may serve as warning signs for you and yours, which had been sadly missed by me and mine, as in: DANGER—head on collisions dead ahead. In short, I aim to show you what happens when defensiveness drives two people close to crazy.
Having mentioned that every story is true, it seems wise to protect the privacy of those who've touched our lives. So in lieu of writing a profile, I'd like you to get to know me as I came to know myself, little by little.
My purpose in baring these stories (some funny, some serious, all deeply personal) is to highlight classic reasons why my husband and I broke apart though we'd vowed to love, honor, and nurture each other 'till death do we part'. In short, I believe that with insight and hindsight as my guides, these stories may serve as warning signs for you and yours, which had been sadly missed by me and mine, as in: DANGER—head on collisions dead ahead. In short, I aim to show you what happens when defensiveness drives two people close to crazy.
Having mentioned that every story is true, it seems wise to protect the privacy of those who've touched our lives. So in lieu of writing a profile, I'd like you to get to know me as I came to know myself, little by little.
Also as each story unfolds, I hope you'll keep this insight in mind: A story is like a puzzle in that essential pieces must be properly placed. When essential details are ignored or misplaced, stories, like puzzles, remain confusing or incomplete. However, if a storyteller works painstakingly to retrieve forgotten details, which fill in a story's holes, the whole truth of 'the bigger picture' may be revealed to all who'd felt stymied by—human nature—before.
With clarity, eyes open in surprise; perspectives expand and unattainable goals may dangle within reach. And with thoughts of bigger pictures turning lost causes around, I'll entice you to ride sidekick through my stories by offering this glimpse of what's to come:
As my stories unfold and missing details emerge, you'll see how bigger pictures transform confusing misperceptions into clarity.
With clarity, eyes open in surprise; perspectives expand and unattainable goals may dangle within reach. And with thoughts of bigger pictures turning lost causes around, I'll entice you to ride sidekick through my stories by offering this glimpse of what's to come:
Once upon a time, my husband joked that people are born with a finite number of words. And after we’ve used those words our lips are zipped—forever! Then he went on to say that while I jabber away, he’s saving his words till every last one of mine is gone. And once my lips have zipped—forever—he’ll say everything that’s ever been on his mind and watch me go crazy when I can’t answer back!
Knowing myself as loquacious, I laughed really hard and said, very funny. Then laughter turned to tears, because his theory came true, and my words actually dried up. Upon finding me speechless, this man of few words spoke his mind; a moving van pulled up; an apartment lease was signed, and everyone who cared—most especially our kids—felt rocked to the core to hear such shocking news. If that was the bad news then here’s the good: though my voice dried up, my belief in myself did not, and after we’d split a whole new game plan shaped up inside my mind.
Knowing myself as loquacious, I laughed really hard and said, very funny. Then laughter turned to tears, because his theory came true, and my words actually dried up. Upon finding me speechless, this man of few words spoke his mind; a moving van pulled up; an apartment lease was signed, and everyone who cared—most especially our kids—felt rocked to the core to hear such shocking news. If that was the bad news then here’s the good: though my voice dried up, my belief in myself did not, and after we’d split a whole new game plan shaped up inside my mind.
THE END
P.S. Oh wait—here's a detail that may be helpful right from the start: going crazy’s not my style. So instead of losing my cool, I conjured up Walden Pond and dived into the deep end of my mind, where memories, too painful to recall, float just beneath the surface of conscious awareness. And though I’m eager to clue you in as to what happened once forgotten memories emerged, well, we’ve only just met, and I don’t want to outstay my welcome. So thinking to give your ear (and my newly revived voice) a rest, I'll bid happy trails to my family and friends until we meet, again. :-) Annie
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