One of the benefits of growing older is the lessening of the intensity that compels us to “fit in” or to be like everyone else.  Some of us women take a long time to be able to sit comfortably with ourselves.  Some of us never get there.

I don’t know how to be anyone but me.  Being someone else has never been an option.  I think it may have something to do with the life force that kept me alive during the abuse of my childhood, it had to be large and overwhelming so now I struggle to do things  – especially those things that everyone else is doing exactly the same.  It seems to be my private declaration that I am me. Continue reading →