Thought I might have built up a little more store credit with you, Internet...but I'll get you back on board...
Wow. Um. Ok, Internet. A snooze, huh? A snooze. That "snooze" kinda stings, I gotta tell you. I'm sitting here writing this...a little irked...a little bummed. I'm trying to just take it as constructive criticism and move on. Comes with the territory, right? Moving on, moving on, moving on. Alright. I'm not really moving on. Um...I mean, what should I be writing about? You can tell me. I hate putting you to sleep. There's enough out there that can do that...I don't want my blog to add to that long list of boringness. I want you to read me when you wake up in the morning. Not at 10:45 at night, after you've brushed your teeth and washed your face...when you're minutes away from dreamland.
So, Mom's stuff isn't doing it for you. That's a shame because it's really cool for me to go through it. I guess that's a "me" journey. I'm throwing the barn doors wide open and will be glad to take some suggestions/questions from the almighty dubya-dubya-dubya. But since I've already sat down this morning, I can't just wait around until everyone out there tells me what they wanna hear (I'll be glad to give you what you wanna hear
1, but I squeeze these writing sessions into my days when I can, and when I'm finally sitting at the laptop, the magic's gotta happen then). It's this or nothin', for now. "Boglover" and "Butterflypromise," let's work it out so everyone's happy. I'll do what I can to give you what you need. I promise. I hate thinking I'm disappointing you out there...don't give up on me yet!
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Since my game plan's changing a little bit after this feedback from you, Internet, I'm gonna cut this one pretty short. But, to answer your question, "vro022": yes. I do think I'm like my mom in some ways. Not an absolute ton — I'm definitely not a clone of hers. But, mostly, I think I have perspective the way she did, when she was at her best. She made more mistakes in her life than you could count on three thousand hands. She'd admit to about 2,347 of them...the rest fit in some other category, I guess. But what she was really good at — and what I think I'm good at and getting better at — is keeping all of those things in perspective. Mom lived hard. She saw a lot; did a lot. Eventually, I think she honed the ability to keep an even keel. Not always, God knows. But...I bet it took her a lot longer to develop that trait than I'm giving her credit for because I don't really know. But I know she did a lot during my life to strengthen that muscle in me. It bothered me for a while...as a teenager, definitely...but her "oh, Margie. Don't worry about it so much" turned out meaning more to me than I thought it would at the time. She'd been up and down too many times to think any one moment really meant all that much. I don't know if I totally believe that...it's nice to feel like everything matters, to some degree. But I think things roll off my back a little easier because of her. Maybe she let too much roll off hers, but I'm still glad I got that from her. It's helpful.
Alright. I'm outta here. Let me hear from you, Internet. I don't wanna be wasting your time with these posts so hit me up. Surely we can figure something out!
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1Please don't bust my chops, though, OK? I wish I could be in other Henricksons' heads so I could tell you all about it. If "insider information" is what you're jonesing for, I might not be able to help you out. There are a lot of kooky folks in my life that you're nice to be interested in. But until I can convince Nicki or Barb or Bill or Nell to start blogging, I can only tell you what I know. It's just little ol' me in this noggin o'mine...and come on...do you really expect me (or anyone) to just spill the family's beans on the web (the beans that I know, at least)? So, for better or worse, you're kinda stuck with me. I think you should be counting your blessings anyway, though!
2Also, "subscribing to this blog" just means signing up, right? You didn't have to get a mortgage or anything...I mean...it's not that big of a deal, is it? Just hang on for a little while longer, "butterflypromise". I'll win you back.
