Change is good, change is good. No. Seriously. Change is GOOD.

When I began this blog many years ago, it was a gut reaction to something very difficult that had happened in my life.  Writing has always been the way I worked through emotional distress, and thus, in the throes of one of the most difficult periods a person can endure in this life, I turned to the written word.  Over time, I have shared a great deal about myself - my thoughts, my feelings, my experiences, in the hopes that if another person out there was experiencing the same things and searching for someone who understands, maybe I could give them hope that while I cannot make it go away, they are not alone.  Someone out in cyberspace has been there and survived and they can too.  Sometimes that's all you need to keep going, and it is something I can offer.

But something funny happened on the way to the publish click.  Instead of dwelling on the dark things that haunted me, I started to find the humor in it all.  Instead of angst, I found joy.  At some point, a few years down the line, I realized I had moved from shock into anger, and finally from anger into indifference, a much more peaceful place to exist.

Father, Where Are Thou?

For some time now, I have been following a group on Facebook.  It all started innocently enough.  They were discussing the inequities of pay scale between men and women for the exact same job, and how far women are lagging behind in the income for the same work.  The cause is one of justice, and it caught my attention, because it is not only unfair, it is wrong.

But since then, the site has gone far afield on the subject of women's "rights."  I haven't yet unliked them, (although I probably will soon,) because it sort of fascinates me to see how other people think.  In this case, I think they have totally missed the point.  They are like a drowning swimmer, flailing around in the shallow water, foolishly missing the opportunity to simply put their feet on the bottom and stand up.  It is disturbing.

Resting in the peace that passes all understanding....

Great parents have one quality in common.  They have great children.  It is easy to look good when your children are easy, or at least not really difficult.  They may get up to the usual childhood shenanigans, but ultimately, they want to do the right thing.  Although it makes you look good, it isn't really about your parenting as much as it is about their basic personality.

Unconventional harmony....

An obituary is never satisfying for me, because when I read it, there is so much left unsaid.  Although it gives a few facts, there is always so much more that I want to know.  How did they feel?  What did they think?  Who did they love?  A person is not the sum of the years they lived, where they grew up or even where they ended up.  That leaves so much out about who they were inside.  But I think, ultimately, the problem in writing an obituary is that every relationship is different, and no one ever knows another person in their totality.  It is hard to sum up a life that you didn't ever fully know.

Getting testy....

Back in the day, when I was a youngster, girls read magazines aimed at self-improvement.  (Maybe boys did too, but if they did, I didn't know about it.)  They had catchy names like Seventeen and Glamour, and their sole purpose, as far as I can tell, aside from bringing in advertiser dollars, was to convince young women that they were not good enough to exist as is, requiring them to engage in all sorts of self-improvement.  Lo and behold, most of that self-improvement came directly to them in the form of the aforementioned advertisers' products, which I know will come as a shock to all.  But indeed, these quizzes routinely identified problems and provided solutions all at the same time.  It was a service, really, from their point of view.