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
2 comments:
Sounds like you've followed an interesting life path. I often start a blog with a quote or a picture and let it take me where it will. Since Creativeeveryday isn't working so well today, decided to take the time to read everyone who posted. I'm not far down the list but am glad I read your post for the day. You can find me at morningprayerblog.blogspot.com.
I always preferred being on the outside, I guess. Takes the pressure off and gives one a LOT of freedom to find yourself when you aren't trying to fit in. I have enough trouble just trying to live up to my own expectations--let alone anyone else's--LOL! ;)
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