Do you hold on to things just knowing they will have a purpose in the future? Mothers, do you save all your kid’s art work? If so, what I’m about to tell you may make you shudder. I’m not that sentimental. Some call it being an ‘ice queen’, I call it efficiency. I don’t like holding on to things and I don’t find a fascination with hanging on to them for indefinite amounts of time. Shhhh…please don’t tell my daughter.
I was going to write a follow up to my blog post and realized it’s been since the middle of October since I had written it. What? I could swear it was just mid-November, and with the holidays and such I didn’t get an opportunity to write a Part 2. How did the holiday season fly by as quickly as they did? I could write another blog post on that, but I’m kind of over it and want to move into a new year…2018.
In my own family dynamic, apologies were rare and forgiveness was even rarer. While I’ve had to unlearn this false data, growing up it was considered a strength to be indignant when wronged; rarely apologizing and certainly not forgiving. Forgiving meant giving power to the offender. Conversely you as the victim are perceived as weak, head hung low offering an olive branch in hopes of acceptance.
I know you haven’t heard from me in nearly a month, and for that I apologize. My shoulders are slumped and eyes bleary. You see, I’ve been working on launching a new collection. It’s been nearly a year since it’s inception and I was so close I could taste it, even having written copy for the website.
I know I can be a tad dramatic at times, but I’m going to tell you the story about how I was nearly struck by lightening and left for dead in a vast Colorado meadow with nothing but an iPhone, a labradoodle and her poop bag a few weeks ago.