I am


Someone special put this on my Facebook wall today – and made me feel like I was not ‘less than’.

imageI don’t think people ‘refuse’ to grow – I think we’re all on our own personal paths and even when it’s not evident that we’re growing – we are.  Perhaps it dawns on us later.  Much like our parents wisdom and love, we don’t realize it or appreciate it until we’ve become parents – much like the advice they gave us, we can’t understand it until we’ve unfortunately made the mistakes.

A post by Jeff Brown resonated with me earlier in the week:

“I used to judge people who didn’t want to work on their ‘issues’ and patterns. I questioned their emotional courage, their fortitude, their depth. To be sure, many of us myself included could do a better job of dealing with our stuff head on. But, at the same time, I now recognize that we cannot know how courageous someone else is by looking at their lives from the outside. Perhaps they are carrying around so much unresolved emotional material their own, even that of the collective that they do not have any energy left over for process. Or perhaps they are working in the deep within in ways we cannot begin to imagine healing their unresolved, quietly building the egoic foundation necessary to take on the next level of inner work. It’s so hard to know where courage lives.”

Never the less, the quote made me feel like she got me.  That I was compromising myself a little here in order to ‘fit in’.

Let me qualify my feelings.

I have never ‘fit in’.

I moved from England to the US when I was to enter 6th grade.  It was not ‘cool’ to be different.  I knew nothing about ‘cool’.  I did not fit in.

Our community in England was about handmade clothes & no cliques.  And … the metric system.

Imagine for a second, seeing for the first time (like I did when tested to figure (no pun intended) what math class I should be integrated into) a number and a line and another number.  A fraction? WHAT?

Needless to say, I was ‘integrated’ into a remedial math class.

I also wore skirts and knew nothing about ‘labels’ or ‘designer’ clothing.

School sucked.

I was bullied for my differences – and in an effort to ‘fit in’ I tried to lose my accent.

This was the era of ‘Dallas’.  I mimicked the accent and found myself caught between sounding like an English ‘J.R. Ewing’ – then I was in limbo for a while and ended up losing my English accent.  (Oh how I wish I had held onto it until High School!)

It still rears its head with words like ‘Been’ (pronounced ‘Bean’) and a few others. I also pronunciate every letter (I pronounce that with every ‘t’ not ‘d’) and so I have not completely lost my origins.

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Dork me, cheerleader me, graduating me and college me.

All me.

Always has been.  Always will be.

I had an imaginary friend in England – her name was Suzie.  We rode horses together.  My horse was named Ice Diamond.

I sang in an imaginary band (and still do in the car) – it was called “Silver and Gold”. (I was Silver).

‘Gold’ was an imaginary brunette.

Mostly they were Abba songs.  I loved Abba growing up.

The point is – I’ve always been into ‘imagination’.

I’ve always written, drawn – created.

Never did I shrink myself.

I was published at 9 in a newspaper – during college I had several poems published in a book (in the library of congress no less) that are cringe worthy now.  I was listening too much to ‘The Final Countdown’ by Europe.  I went on to write for a local magazine – critiquing restaurants.

The point is – I’ve always written.  I needed to.

Still need to.

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I’ve shared with you my son growing up, me growing older, my hopes, my fears.

Jobs lost, careers gained.

Life at it’s best and life’s downs.

Aren’t they beautiful?

All the ups and downs.

Truly.

No sarcasm.

I feel so blessed to just BE here.  To appreciate when things are good – because I’ve felt when things are bad.

I find myself thinking about trying to save my son the effort and pain of the ‘bad’ – but to what end?

How will he know when life is good if he hasn’t seen the under carriage of it?

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I remember pork belly dinners with my mum (in the first picture) when money was tight – and now it’s an expensive delicacy? (Laugh Out Loud.)

The point is – I have never been what you would call ‘normal’.

And after reading that quote on my page – I am SO grateful for it.

I almost ended this blog.  I will share with you some of that ‘goodbye’:

I considered ending this blog.

Then it occurred to me …

This blog is about me being imperfect.

Saying the things others can’t or won’t.

Throwing confetti some days and shedding tears others, all over the keyboard.

Living life and figuring out who the hell I am.

I realize a lot after these past years – a lot of the seeking I was doing was not to understand ‘evil’ – but to understand myself.

I am the unspectacular human.

Was I looking for forgiveness? Yes. And I STILL am my own worst critic, but finding bigger evils does not help.

I need to stop.

Looking for good … I always will. But I need to BE the good I seek.

Every post is me in some way.

Throwing stones at the dysfunctional neighbors, sharing the wisdom that I only have come to be in possession of by making awful mistakes.

Wishing I could spare someone the pain of going down a wrong path by describing it. Not just in my stories, but others.

This blog – is about me purging all the toxins from my deepest, darkest parts. It’s about me figuring out how to push past the ghosts and fill myself up with light.

I never could just talk about something. Published at 9 for the first time, I have always needed to write.

And after years of secrets, I also have a need for unflinching honesty.

The only way I can see a good path ahead of me, is when it’s illuminated with truth.

And sometimes I am too truthful.

And sometimes I share too much.

But I can’t see that changing.

So I either end the blog – or forgive myself and embrace the girl who thinks too much and puts it out into the internet world.

I’m not ending the blog.

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No, no I’m not.  But Butters is shedding in Winter – *see above picture

and so I’m reminded – that we can grow and remain our inherent selves, and still share – all over the f%$&ing place – even when it’s not the appropriate time.

I love that you read me – I love that you know me (and if you read this blog, you DO know me)

A special thanks to Austin and Ksbeth for always ‘liking’ my posts.  You put a smile on my face. And to Alyce, who became my friend and an ever supporter .. THANK YOU! Even when I couldn’t back myself up, you did.

To all my Facebook friends (who, I can TRULY call friends, thank you for always clickin’)

x

And Nic, thanks for letting me use your actual name and not cringing when I write about you. 😉  Y’all need to know that I only write about my son because he lets me.  And I am also grateful for that.

And shout out to Beck – who put up with me reading this, and helping me with the title – and trying to remember the name of the song below.

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on December 5, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Oh GOOD!! I thought for a moment that you were going to stop the blogging!! I must admit I felt a bit ill at the thought. I really appreciate all your writing and photos. Life would be odd without your blog. ❤

  2. You also need a shout out, you have been a faithful reader and friend!

  3. Yep, really! I champion your cause from way over here my friend. Your life is very interesting and I look forward to the good things that are sure to come about for you.

  4. Wow!! Did you see that??!! 😀

  5. Ha ha ha!!…(quit it)… I’m trying to avoid stalker status here! My usual stealth ‘check back’ has been way laid!!

  6. Amanda, even though I am contractually obligated to like all of your posts, I still enjoy them very much and would probably still like them even if I weren’t being paid to do so. 🙂

    You know that you are very special to me. I still say you should move to Maine and become the Queen of The House on the Hill…

  7. It has been my pleasure – best ) beth

  8. I really hope you DID NOT take that post in a negative way!!! I sent you this just as a reminder to Not get stuck in the heaviness of our lives!!! Don’t get bogged down by other people in your life,that are stuck in their own bull@#$%! (the one’s you have mentioned to me). You are to precious and auspiciousness!!!! You are you…..and that is a wonderful gift, for someone who has been thru what you have, and have started shinning thru the other side!!! Keep on shinning as bright as you can, so the universe can see how bright you are!!! xoxoxoxoxox…;)

  9. You can use my name any time you want! I am an open book…..no more bleeding!!! I AM ME…..;)

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