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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Freaky Butterfly Traps

Adult Tattle telling. Is it ever OK?

A few weeks ago, we were at our favorite swimming pool, and I noticed our lifeguard was asleep. You couldn't really tell in his oh-so-casual stance and dark sunglasses, but I was behind him, at an angle, and he was snoozing. Should I have told on him? I didn't.

I took responsibility for my own kids and didn't worry about what he was doing.

We teach our kids not to tattle tell, but how do we know what's going on if they don't? How do we teach them if they don't?

How do you draw the line between tattle telling and gossip? I know people who are strongly against telling on people...but at the same time, HUGE gossips. How do you justify that?

Psychiatric ramblings.

"The things that people say that upset US the most, are things that we have issues with."

A wise psychiatrist told me this once. I'm not sure I agree 100%. But, it gives me pause and makes me think. There is some truth to it, for sure.

I'm fascinated by people and their interactions. By what motivates people to do the things they do.

I try to understand ME, myself & I. I'm not as close to me as I once was. I think I lost myself somewhere around the time I got married at 19 and started having babies. I'm not blaming it on anyone, but myself.

I think I'm stuck in a half-cocoon right now. Half-caterpillar/half-butterfly and 100% stuck. Not sure whether to go back in and curl up for a while longer...or ready to burst free and take on the world. I think I need a third option. I need to crawl out and creep around a little, then go back in and hide...then creep out again, until I'm ready. I can do that, right? Or does that destroy the nature of the transformation? Will I lose my potential if that happens?

I'm ready to take things to a new level.

What do you think this means? How do you interpret my ramblings tonight?

No, I haven't been drinking.

I took one child to orientation at middle school today, and the other choked on a lemon drop and scared the crap out of me. It makes me think. More than usual.

Take stock in life, where I am and want to be. I'm not sure where I am and where I want to be, but I do know I'm not quite there yet, wherever that may be.

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