tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post7954232438359662408..comments2023-04-05T07:00:16.893-07:00Comments on Black Ink Pad: Who's That Girl?Barb Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11076090758278803414noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-51971594431549786152011-07-06T17:26:17.975-07:002011-07-06T17:26:17.975-07:00Barb, you are my hero.Barb, you are my hero.hands Free Mamahttp://www.handsfreemama.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-28659446332265154522011-07-06T03:04:48.890-07:002011-07-06T03:04:48.890-07:00I think back on high school and the "muchness...I think back on high school and the "muchness" factor....and I am not the same person either. But to be truthful....I was on my way to being that "girl" and something happened in high school to derail it. And then there were a whole cascade of choices and paths taken that felt "right" because of the past. I call it "swallowing the blue pill". But unlike Neo, we swallow the illusion, the styrofoam, the banality.I am not saying marriage or parenthood are banal. I just think the industrial, conveyor belt, assembly line "family life" is killing our souls. It practically killed mine.<br /><br />A life is not meant to be a sacrificial penitential offering. And so....I finally feel I found that small sliver, that remnant of my muchness that got hidden under the bushel basket.It just took a bit....to accept that I wasn't cut out to be a cookie cutter mommy or wife. I wish I had the courage to refuse the blue pill...except my two sons are cool cats and THAT I think I am doing right.Lisahttp://www.realisa.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-32727471174848559832011-07-02T12:34:05.872-07:002011-07-02T12:34:05.872-07:00Another wonderfully written post, B.
..."......Another wonderfully written post, B.<br /><br />..."....I know because sometimes a friend is just plain recognizable. It's not the history that matters, but the precedence."....love.....that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3705770704945316407.post-36254826400109581722011-07-02T10:33:01.365-07:002011-07-02T10:33:01.365-07:00Well, congratulations. You made me cry. Actually, ...Well, congratulations. You made me cry. Actually, this is the second time for tears today already, yeesh (I received a made-just-for-me paper sockmonkey in the mail...yes, that's a crying moment in my world). <br /><br />I can so relate to this post. I know I've changed since school, too, but it makes me a little sad sometimes when I see some of those old friends have left behind some parts of themselves that I cherished in them most. Not that they need be who *I* want them to, but when i see that the singer no longer sings or the artist gave up drawing for a day job he hates, it makes me sad. <br /><br />A couple of times my own doubts have creeped in and I've thought, "What if Barb doesn't like me? What if I'm not who she thinks I am?". But then I realize that we've shared a lot over these past several years, more than enough to know we'll get along well.Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12767976043988733602noreply@blogger.com