If you really knew me, you would know that...

At a meeting at work, we had to start off a statement with this and then speak for a minimum of one minute... wow... we were pretty much all in tears by the time we were done. It amazed me how a simple opportunity can evoke so much "sharing"...
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If you really knew me you would know that... I am scared to forgive my biological father who absolutely broke my heart and has left a bruise that has been there for over 3 years... I am his only child and I know he must miss the void I left in his life... and yet... I am not prepared for the "forgive and forget" routine nor do I want to relive and work things through... in the same breath, I don't want to live with the negative energy it takes to restrict contact. He has not made any attempt to contact me, however, I continue to have a restricted phone number... if you really knew me, you would know that this issue is a part of my life and that it makes me sad still.

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"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly...

... what is essential is invisible to the eye" - St. Antoine D'Exupery

Love the quote, adore the book. Came across the book recently and re-read it. If you haven't read it, must do. One of my all time absolute favorites. So many messages and metaphors, each time I read it, something new which fits my life comes across...

I've been "unpacking" in so many ways recently. Gone through some boxes I have not touched in almost 7 years. Sheesh... it's trippy. I'm talking a little more openly about some of my "trials and tribulations". It finally feels safe enough and distant enough that I can come to more terms with my old realities. Feels good.

I'm still whining about my hair. My sweet little old grandma asked me to donate my hair. She says: "you have such beautfiul thick dark hair, will you please donate it to people who have cancer?" I hope I'm that influential when I'm 85 and I can convince a somewhat vain professional woman to grow her hair 10 inches... I could cut it now if I wanted to look like a boy. I'm not one of those girls who can pull off a little "pixie cut". I have a couple more months and then my hair will be shoulder length when it all goes. I think it will be very liberating to finally have a hair "style" instead of the hippie look I'm currently feel like I'm sporting. Oh yah, the philanthropic side will humble me as well...

I'm still up all hours of the night... working... must get back to it... working on a longer term contract... must overachieve a little while longer...