Maybe I like bright colors because I've had a colorful life, filled with lots of colorful people. I'm always hesitant to share too much since Momo and Pop read this blog occasionally.My oldest, Jessica, always teases me and suggests I'm too old to be afraid of my parents. I'm not afraid of them--I have respect for them. I would never intentionally do or say anything to upset them or make them uncomfortable... key word being intentionally. Sometimes we all slip up, though.
Bad thing is, sometimes it takes a while before we even realize we may have slipped up. Then we're not sure. And we have to think about it and analyze it and worry over the possibility some. Then we brush the entire thought aside because, after all, that happened so long ago and what difference does it make NOW?
The difference it makes now is that our perspective has changed and we can see things that weren't so apparent during the initial decision making process. And, to make things more interesting, everyone has their individual take on just how things went down. Chances are when you hear their memory fragments, you'll wonder if someone has lost their mind... and you're not sure whether it's them or you. Because that is not what happened and they didn't get all the facts. Or they don't quite understand why...
I spent too much money for some very good legal advice that saves me in times like these:
You have to make the best decisions based on the information available at the time.
Just make the decision and go with it. A leap of faith, so to speak.
But in essence, faith in yourself.
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and, indeed, that is all we can do: out best with what we have. This is a beautiful place you have here.
Thanks for dropping by mine!
Yup. You do the best you can with what you've got.
Everyone does the best they can and sometimes only only figure that out as we get older.
My parents are dead and I still am afraid of them, I mean, respect them. And keep the parent-shocking stuff to a minimum. I think it is the parents in me that I'm looking out for.
Interesting post, mizmell. There's a lot I don't share on my blog for the very same reasons...
Mel,
I'm agree that you should take care to show proper respect for your parents - but - you aren't being true to yourself by holding back on things you may want to write about. Writing about the past from the perspective you have now, may help you reconcile with it (if that's even necessary) or just make sense of something that didn't make sense at the time. Every psychobabble professional will suggest journaling, good and bad. If it's something you want to do, you can do it anonymously.
But what if the information is something you made up? (Shades of Dubya.)
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