I am sure I had something in mind with this prompt. What I love is having no clue. Which makes writing about it all the more refreshing and curious.
I DO know that much of my Life I have been concerned with or bothered about what I was in and where/when I was out.
My family was the first of these overbearing situations.
And somehow I adapted and carried on, despite BEing quite outside of this group of first just 4 of us and eventually 10, NOT counting grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins…
I survived BEing in that conglomerate thanks in large part to camp. Someplace I did feel a part of, in, yet in a very different sense than BEing in my family.
There were years I lived only for those 7+ weeks, savouring in BEtween the treasures they were for the other 10 months of the year.
My family of choice, when I was married and when Timmy was very small, was something I was still too young to really appreciate BEing integral to. Which I call the WHY I Broke It Apart.
In the past 30 years there has been a series of ins and outs, yet only Now DO I see them clearly.
BEcause Now I am definitely in while also very much out…
I love you, Currie