Necessity is the Mother F of all Invention

It was suggested to me to write everything down. And I did. And I've lost it all, thanks to Limewire and a rabid rabbit. (Once the computer gets the virus, it can't be fixed if your hell bunny has chewed its wires.) And I am having a hard time, now, taking new action. See, I thought I was past all this, had written, forgiven, moved on. But that's only what I thought and not what is. Know this: I will always choose denial as my first option, rose-colored glasses second, negotiation third, and finally reality once I've met it head on and one or both of us is left tear-stained, beaten, and bloodied. And it's usually me. Which means, I guess, I win. Because then I've gotten it all, the life, the fight, the writing, the sanity. That's my regular path. You'd think I'd make that my first option. No. Just, no.

So, my daughter is in college and has a blog. (Is there redundacy there?) And her blog is so very good, and witty, and chi-chi, and all sorts of hip, but she is also smarter than most people I know, smarter than most people in this country. And in her blog, at Christmastime, she took a tiny bit of something I'd written, a short list, and posted it with few comments. Well, there I was. My words revealed the essence of me, to me, through my child's literary comments! In about 8 lines! Whoa! So, perhaps I can find myself in my own words, if I know two things: 1.) I keep it simple; 2.) I know they will be public. It's honesty, coupled with full disclosure! How New!