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mlerulesHome Again, Home Again - Jiggedy Jig. Hmm, I'm just realizing that I had a certain amount of tension/unease/something emotionally charged tied up in x-mas in the Bay Area. Dunno really what was up w/that, but it's gone now that I'm back at the Hive.
I had a Really Good Time both traveling to and fro and being there, reconnecting w/fambily & friends, grounding w/people & places, remembering how nice my fambily and Dear Friends are and being so grateful and happy for this. All sorts of other thoughts & feelings have welled up as well, about the nature of growing up, of wisdom, of experience, of the differences 'tween where I thought I'd be vs. where I am (w/where = more along the lines of what I'm doing and how and why).
Heh. And now, for a multitude of reasons, this song just came to mind - thus I must stick it into the CD player: Barry Manilow's All the Time. Because really, Really, REALLY - berating yourself or downplaying your virtues/goodness/worth just because X doesn't like/love/act as if s/he likes/loves you, it doesn't mean you're any less good/valuable/worthy, it just means you don't click w/that person. That person's loss, not yours. (Yeah, yeah, I know it doesn't feel like it at the time.)
Now I'm happy to be home w/the kittenheads, glad that arriving back in PDX felt like returning home and pleased that I felt so good descending into PDX and taking the Max & bus home to the Hive. I've got very good Dear Friends and a wonderful fambily (blood, marriage, pseudo, extended, chosen, &c.)
And I've got strong feelings & reasons for saying this: don't forget to or put off tell(ing) the person/people dear to you that they are so, hug 'em, let 'em know...b'c you just never know.
I had a Really Good Time both traveling to and fro and being there, reconnecting w/fambily & friends, grounding w/people & places, remembering how nice my fambily and Dear Friends are and being so grateful and happy for this. All sorts of other thoughts & feelings have welled up as well, about the nature of growing up, of wisdom, of experience, of the differences 'tween where I thought I'd be vs. where I am (w/where = more along the lines of what I'm doing and how and why).
Heh. And now, for a multitude of reasons, this song just came to mind - thus I must stick it into the CD player: Barry Manilow's All the Time. Because really, Really, REALLY - berating yourself or downplaying your virtues/goodness/worth just because X doesn't like/love/act as if s/he likes/loves you, it doesn't mean you're any less good/valuable/worthy, it just means you don't click w/that person. That person's loss, not yours. (Yeah, yeah, I know it doesn't feel like it at the time.)
Now I'm happy to be home w/the kittenheads, glad that arriving back in PDX felt like returning home and pleased that I felt so good descending into PDX and taking the Max & bus home to the Hive. I've got very good Dear Friends and a wonderful fambily (blood, marriage, pseudo, extended, chosen, &c.)
And I've got strong feelings & reasons for saying this: don't forget to or put off tell(ing) the person/people dear to you that they are so, hug 'em, let 'em know...b'c you just never know.
