Wednesday, July 6, 2016

My Book - My Life

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.






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