Appreciation
I like journaling on the computer. I'm brand spankin' new to this blogging thing and I like it. The click-clacks of the keys are very satisfying.
I struggled a bit with the publicness of it, that ppl would be able to read my journaling. One thing I very much appreciate about life is the interaction with other human beings. My stuff bouncing off their stuff, interacting, being with another. How on earth would I be able to see my shit if it wasn't coming up against another's?
As for comments, whether from friends relating their experiences, throwing in their 2 cents or complete strangers wandering by, the basic discussion and banter that occurs between ppl makes me a happy camper...generally.
This evening I was speaking with Poopsie about some of the things I've been working on. We talk and share very openly and I appreciate that very much about our relationship. I expressed to her that I wanted to share my blog with her, but in a somewhat controlled manner. I wanted to share some of the things I've been writing about AND I didn't necessarily want to hand over free viewing of my journaling. We talked about all of that and decided that I would share what I wanted to share tonight, at 8:37 p.m. and if I wanted to share more tomorrow, or next week or next month, etc. that I would do that. If she was having the urge to view more, she would simply check in with me and see where I was with that.
What this brought up for me was the attempt at making current decisions without my past experiences clouding them too much. That fine line balance between making current decisions based on current events AND incorporating in some wisdom from previous experiences.
The past experiences that can sometimes hinder current decisions...with regard to my blog and public viewing...have to do with dad. Awwww dad. His name is Richard but he goes by Dick and I remember being 16 and using that name with shameless enthusiasm at times. :0)~
Poopsie is not my father. Not even close. I know that. I was very happy to have that open conversation with her tonight and to be able to express how I was feeling, brainstorm and discuss options and come to loving conclusions with her. I am so appreciative of her in so many ways. She is an incredible human being and I am blessed everyday to have her in my life. As I continue to develop love for my self it is scrumdiliumptuous to walk along next to her through life.
I struggled a bit with the publicness of it, that ppl would be able to read my journaling. One thing I very much appreciate about life is the interaction with other human beings. My stuff bouncing off their stuff, interacting, being with another. How on earth would I be able to see my shit if it wasn't coming up against another's?
As for comments, whether from friends relating their experiences, throwing in their 2 cents or complete strangers wandering by, the basic discussion and banter that occurs between ppl makes me a happy camper...generally.
This evening I was speaking with Poopsie about some of the things I've been working on. We talk and share very openly and I appreciate that very much about our relationship. I expressed to her that I wanted to share my blog with her, but in a somewhat controlled manner. I wanted to share some of the things I've been writing about AND I didn't necessarily want to hand over free viewing of my journaling. We talked about all of that and decided that I would share what I wanted to share tonight, at 8:37 p.m. and if I wanted to share more tomorrow, or next week or next month, etc. that I would do that. If she was having the urge to view more, she would simply check in with me and see where I was with that.
What this brought up for me was the attempt at making current decisions without my past experiences clouding them too much. That fine line balance between making current decisions based on current events AND incorporating in some wisdom from previous experiences.
The past experiences that can sometimes hinder current decisions...with regard to my blog and public viewing...have to do with dad. Awwww dad. His name is Richard but he goes by Dick and I remember being 16 and using that name with shameless enthusiasm at times. :0)~
Poopsie is not my father. Not even close. I know that. I was very happy to have that open conversation with her tonight and to be able to express how I was feeling, brainstorm and discuss options and come to loving conclusions with her. I am so appreciative of her in so many ways. She is an incredible human being and I am blessed everyday to have her in my life. As I continue to develop love for my self it is scrumdiliumptuous to walk along next to her through life.
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