I'm going on vacation... I packed my sundress, my hat and my bathing suit.
And I got like 5 different shoes for a four day vacation.
I know it's crazy, but I'm vacationing in style.
Sue me...
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
And I'm not sorry
It was very liberating.
It was scary but it was, indeed, liberating.
When I click the send button to send an email to my dad.... That email was an explanation of my point of view, which was very much opposing his. Well, basically that email underlined my disagreement with him. And as I clicked the button, that was my point of no return.
And I was in 'in omnia paratus' mode.
I thought to myself, I can be this obedient daughter suppressing my opinions and be agreeable... or I can take a major leap and let my opinion be heard.
I did not send the email to argue back with my dad. I just want him to understand that I have a different opinion. And we can agree to disagree. But oh, man, did he take it the wrong way.
I made a rule for myself not to send an email when I am angry. I can compose it while I was fuming... but I will not send it. And I do play by that rule. But apparently not my dad. And I can tell that his reply would be my very first draft of an angry email.
But strangely... despite all of that, I felt liberated.
I'm not vengeful. I don't feel the need to retaliate.
But most importantly, I don't regret sending the first email.
And I'm not sorry.
And, yes, I love my dad. This is just me outlining my own pathway. And I really mean, my own.
It was scary but it was, indeed, liberating.
When I click the send button to send an email to my dad.... That email was an explanation of my point of view, which was very much opposing his. Well, basically that email underlined my disagreement with him. And as I clicked the button, that was my point of no return.
And I was in 'in omnia paratus' mode.
I thought to myself, I can be this obedient daughter suppressing my opinions and be agreeable... or I can take a major leap and let my opinion be heard.
I did not send the email to argue back with my dad. I just want him to understand that I have a different opinion. And we can agree to disagree. But oh, man, did he take it the wrong way.
I made a rule for myself not to send an email when I am angry. I can compose it while I was fuming... but I will not send it. And I do play by that rule. But apparently not my dad. And I can tell that his reply would be my very first draft of an angry email.
But strangely... despite all of that, I felt liberated.
I'm not vengeful. I don't feel the need to retaliate.
But most importantly, I don't regret sending the first email.
And I'm not sorry.
And, yes, I love my dad. This is just me outlining my own pathway. And I really mean, my own.
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