I'm someone who process life events through writing... USUALLY an email that I send to myself even if it started as a rant to someone else. Last century, I kept simple text file journals and I do hope to locate those someday.
It is only after having you that I've had something to say rather than process. Before you, I was articulate and professionally competent and certainly able to make my way in the world, but I was always coming from the perspective as a student. vWD and 'girl problems' meant I was sick a couple months every year so I tended to find short term work and then go back to school. Who I REALLY am is a perpetual student. Only now do I profess to be the teacher.
Only after these last years with you have I had anything worth saying! Previously, I've looked at my position as your parent to be a facilitator. I provide environments and opportunities which allow you to choose your way from a limited list, but now that you are old enough to do yourself serious harm with your choices I find it prudent to give you an honest reflection of life through my eyes so that you are as equipped as possible to act on your life choices.
Google+ is apparently very invested in helping me find people to share with, but my experiences have led me to a public yet disconnected twitter account so that only those people who WANT to see what I have to say will be burdened by WHAT I have to say. You'd think me quite the rebel by how much angst I've caused over the years, but the irony is that the more I've done to 'do right' by people the more angst seemed to follow. I have learned that angst wasn't my fault and I have had the good fortune of having enough confidence to be true to you even when that is inconsistent with others whom I have taught you to respect.
Nothing I say is private, nor is it to be imposed on others. Just you! Specifically, so that you can stand on my shoulders and get a better view of the world that awaits!
Finally, I have something to say.
GAMBATTE!!!
