Always On My Mind Blog Party

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1blog110Decisions. The average person now makes more decisions in a day than most did in weeks, months, even years. Decisions can engulf us. Haunt us. Overwhelm us. Interrupt us. Even stalk us in our dreams, ummm, a Nightmare on Choice Street? Choices are great, but too many can make it difficult, or almost impossible to make and trust decisions. Then comes the morning after, littered with “Did I make the right choice?”, “What did I do?”, “Can I return this?”, “What was I thinking?”.

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Even in blogging there are so many decisions. At first, it felt frightening, like I was that boy in Jurassic Park, when Dr. Grant was explaining how Velociraptors kill.

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Now I’m more like Chris Pratt, on a motorcycle, riding with the Velociraptors in Jurassic World, which for me was an all-out, action-packed cheesefest (in a good way), but a noticeable lack of Jeff Goldblum

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It happened!

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50,000 views this month!  Thank you, thank you, thank you all so much!

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Wipe Your Tears

There IS life after loss.  There is life after abuse.
This post is beautiful, moving, powerful, heartbreaking, transformational, the story of my life…oh hell, just read it.  Leave comments under the author’s original.

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Today the sun is shining, and this beautiful break from the cold winter of Cleveland, reminds me how much I love and look forward to spring. While my heart yearns to be outside and to run, feeling the air burning in my lungs as I force my out of shape legs to keep moving forward, I am still scared. I am still broken.

I dreamed of him last night. And in my dream I confronted him about his behavior, and his choices. And his cold cruel laugh and his inability to look me in the eye, reminded me that it was all of a lie in real life. Knowing in my heart, that even though he was fake, my feelings were not. That even now, if he came crawling back I would still want him. It made me feel ashamed and angry.

I want to feel the sun shine on…

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Girl Scout thin mint cookies.

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What exactly is it about these cookies that’s so addictive.   They’re fucking delicious and have been since I was a Brownie.   At my funeral, I want people to throw boxes of Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies on my grave instead of flowers.

Cat nap.

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Sheldon catches some z’s.

 

Never judge a thing until you try it for yourself.

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I’m one of those people who’s willing to try new foods, even if I think I probably won’t like them.   One of the good things my parents did for me when I was a child was get me to try new foods.   My mother loved to cook, and my father and I were her taste testers.

A typical dinner table conversation might go like this.

Mom: Here’s some Brussels sprouts.

Me:  Ew. Everyone at school says they’re yucky.

Mom:  Oh no, they’re good.

Me: But they look yucky!

Mom:  Well, have you ever tried them?

Me: No.

Mom:  Then how do you know you won’t like them?

I had no answer to that, so I tried them and have loved them ever since.   That happened many times over, with different foods.  I didn’t love all the foods I tried, but many I did.  If I hadn’t tried them for myself and just assumed I would hate them because other people hated them, I never would have discovered how good they were.

The same thing is true for just about everything else.   When I decided to start a blog in September 2014,  I had to decide between Blogger and WordPress.    Yes, there are other blogging platforms, but those two are the biggest and most well known.    I talked to a few people online who told me that WordPress sucked.  They said it was full of snobs and the people were unhelpful to newbies and unfriendly.    They also told me it was hard to learn and the templates not user-friendly.   No one had much of an opinion about Blogger.  All my friends knew was that it was owned by Google.

So I decided to go with Blogger.   I opened up Blogger and started the process to set up my blog.  But I ran into a problem almost immediately.   Because Blogger is connected to Google (and I already have a Google account), it kept wanting me to put in my real name.   For a blog like this one, that was out of the question.  I tried to write over it but it kept defaulting back to my name.   I even tried to change my Google account information, but for other reasons that wasn’t going to work for me either.

Frustrated, I closed Blogger and opened up WordPress.  I had no idea what to expect and was sure I’d be completely lost.    I chose a theme.  So many attractive free themes to choose from.   Which one to select?   Finally, I settled on the Twenty Ten theme and within 10 minutes I had my blog!   I went to the dashboard and took a look around.  Yes, it was a bit confusing but I started to play around with it and try different things.   To my surprise it wasn’t hard at all!  No, things didn’t come second nature to me yet. There was a bit of a learning curve, but after my first few posts, I felt like I had a pretty good handle on the basics.    When I got stuck I went to the Forums and asked for help there.  To my surprise I got my questions answered pretty quickly and in a friendly manner.  As I began to attract a few followers, I also found that the other bloggers were helpful and very welcoming of newbies.    I can’t say whether the same is true of Blogger, but I decided that my friends had been wrong about WordPress, at least WordPress.com.   (WordPress.org is too daunting for me right now and at the moment I have no need to self-host).

I would never have been on WordPress at all had it not been for the name issue at Blogger. I can’t even imagine that, because my experience at WordPress has been incredible.  I’ve never known such a warm and friendly bunch of people as the other bloggers here.   I don’t know how WordPress got a reputation for being snobby and unfriendly, but nothing could be farther from the truth.

The moral of this story is that you really can’t assume things based on what other people tell you.  You have to form your own opinions, just like you should always at least try a new food if you’re not allergic to it.   There’s no way to know what you’re going to like or dislike until you actually experience it for yourself.   Other people may be well-meaning (or not!) but their opinions are going to differ from yours, and if you just go along with them rather than making your own decisions, you never know what you might be missing.

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Meet and Greet Weekend @ DBDO: 1/29/16

So I guess I must have done something right.

My dear daughter sent me this Facebook meme tonight.

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I could never relate to these kinds of sentiments when it came to my own mother.  I’ve always had such a hard time finding an appropriate card for Mothers Day, etc. that didn’t express flowery sentiments that simply didn’t apply.    But my daughter didn’t send this because she had to or because there was any special occasion.  She sent it “just because” so I know she really does feel this way.   I think both my kids know I’ve always loved them very much, even during the times when my symptoms were at their worst and I didn’t always put their needs ahead of mine.

 

I’m only 6 years old.

Therapy was more productive tonight…

The One Who Got Away

Living with Narcissism is a new WordPress blog written from a man’s point of view. He suffers from C-PTSD and writes about his toxic relationships with character disordered women.

This is a highly readable account of his devastating breakup with a young woman who had Borderline Personality Disorder. While BPD is highly stigmatized, many women with active BPD behave just this way. I’m ashamed to admit I recognized some of Kerry’s behaviors in the ways I used to act in my relationships. This was an excellent post from a wonderful new blogger. Please go visit his blog and leave comments there.

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Even after 15 years of marriage there was this one woman who I just never got over completely.  In my mind, she was my soulmate.  The one who got away.  Leaving her was like an addict giving up their drug of choice.  She was my heroine.  My soul was so enmeshed with hers that it literally felt like a tearing apart inside my heart and soul when I finally left her.  After all of those years I still pined for her and yearned for closure.  I had no idea what I’d done wrong or why we couldn’t work out.  I felt like our relationship was just an innocent baby and she killed it.  I should have hated her for that.  If it had really been a child, no doubt, I would have.  But it was a metaphorical child.  I didn’t hate her.  I missed her and still loved her even…

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