There are so many times in my life that I wish those people closest to me would have taken the time to get to know me. Sounds weird, I know. I am a very closed and private person, regardless of the blogs I have chosen to write. Cyberspace distance makes it comfortable for me to do so.
I grew up feeling like no one really knew me. They "knew" the person they thought I should be, and I sure heard about it when that didn't work out. They "knew" the person that they gossiped about, and I was smart enough to figure out what they were doing. They "knew" the person that they tried to interfere with, but I figured that out too. Kind of insulting, actually, that they thought I wasn't smart enough or capable enough to lead my own life, even after 21 years in the Air Force, six years in college, raising a child on my own - successfully, I might add.
There are only two people in my life who really know me - my daughter and my husband. Actually, my husband hasn't figured it all out yet; we've only been married for four years. My daughter, however, has my heart.
So, a short blog today. Just sitting here with my coffee, having just come in from checking on my littlest birds. I am still a very private person, preferring few friends, and have only a few people who are very close to me. Sad that this late in life there are people who still don't know me, but think they do. Too little, too late.
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