About yesterday's post -- I've been asked, "Who was that about?"
It was about me. Not anyone in particular.
If I offended anyone, that was not the intention whatsoever. I hope you'll stay a reader. I hope you'll forgive my need to vent because here is where I'm me.
I've had that post written in my queue for a long, long time. After I picked my word for the year as "metamorphosis", I decided I needed to free a lot of things, like a butterfly frees itself from a chrysalis.
It's about being a kid and not being smart enough to know you're the butt of jokes. It's about being in the Air Force and not being taken seriously because of this or that, but a lot because "you're a girl". It's about family abandonment. It's about my holding hurt and thinking it's always, always, my fault. It's about expectations not being met. It's about learning who your friends are, and that they aren't always next door.
It's about thinking that not a lot has changed, but needs to.
But this wasn't a not-so-silent letter to anyone -- believe me, I am capable, and have, written things to people in the past. Some I've believed staunchly in. Some I've come around to realize I was wrong. Saying out here, on my blog, that I've harbored anger and jealousy, by the way, was hard. But necessary.
For me. For making changes.