I've finished my 1st draft so I thought I'd blog about what I learned through the process.
I learned I have the best Whip-In-Hand mentor I could have because she is interested.
I learned it had to be a memoir because people had to know me before my accident.
I learned I lived a charmed childhood.
I learned I am a visual person because my memories are chock full of colorful details.
I learned I couldn't write it without talking about my mom, and to accept her issues because she's my mom and I love her.
I learned to accept, that as she ages, the habits that bothered me the most are those that will remain.
I learned why my older sister always comes across as somebody's mother and that her heart is the size of a school bus.
I learned there are lots and lots of things to write about when you're 55 years old and some things are uncomfortably hard to retell.
I learned a memoir is not about how others see your life but about what it is to me.
I learned that each and every family struggles with something or things that eliminate them from the fictitious list of perfect families.
I learned it takes much less time to write about it, than it took to live it, to date.
I learned I did what I was told to do my entire life, to date, and I'm fortunate the people telling me what to do, were good folks.
I learned I was a lucky online dater and I wouldn't repeat the new and different experiences I had with the few true honyaks I met.
I learned my life is more about less; less negativity, less falsity and less judgemental
I learned people love me, for me, but I still can't put my finger on the equations "why."
I learned my faith has changed considerably over the years and I can now be labeled agnostic-ish.
I learned some think I'm a funny person, which in itself is funny because I never considered myself humorous.
I learned that following directions is much harder when there are many things to do.
I learned I fought failure pretty hard and didn't see the difficulties staring directly at me.
I learned I truly am competitive; just like the newspaper reporters in Eugene wrote after track meets.
I learned that being happy is tantamount to being nice.
I suffered a tramatic brain injury in 1991, that left me with physical, and mental limitations. I have faced, and still meet, challenges most days. My blog is following no set course, but my plan is to share with others, the matchless happenings, as well as the not so great episodes a head injury survivor faces daily. Join me on my journey.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
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