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Laura Mackenzie's avatar

Who am "I"? I don't know. There are so many "real me" parts, all of them real. Some are from the past and I don't think about them often, others are with me every day. So who am I? Mom--always handling many things. Teacher--find the best in kids, tell them about it, and hope they believe it about themselves. Army officer--get the mission done. Think about it and deal with the emotions later (or not). For now, just go into mission mode. Wife--not a very good one. Thankfully I have a wonderful husband! Creative on the rare opportunities when I have a bit of spare time. Friend--my buddies are so different from me and from each other. What do you see in me to want to be my friend? I don't know. But I'm glad you are in my life! Christian--Lord, help me to be more like you and less like the worst parts of me. Help me to love people and not judge them. I am a disorganized, organized mess who loves my people, loves my life, and loves my family. I don't know when I grew up.

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Jennifer Hollowell's avatar

So, you know that Thoreau’s mom cooked his meals and did his laundry (probably cleaned,too) while he was at Walden. And he had visitors, too. Not quite the hermit

I’ve become more closed up but also more open the older I get. I used to be angry a lot and full of angst (related but different) but I’m just seeking peace now. Don’t want drama or high drama people in my life. I also road rage a whole lot less. I’m more understanding that most folks are just trying to live their lives and you never know what anyone else is going through.

I remember asking my professor in a business writing class when the air of professionalism would come, in other words, when do we grow up? I don’t remember her answer, and looking back I don’t think we ever do, we just react differently. In every work situation I’ve ever been in there were cliques and gossip and back stabbing just like middle school. We just dressed better.

Sorry about your tears; hope they were healing. I heard a story on Moth today that had me crying, about a mother who’d lost her son at Sandy Hook. Made me count my blessings. The story before that made me LOL so if you have a chance pull up today’s Moth and listen.

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