From fear to self-acceptance and laughter.
The top picture is me when I'm seventeen. That's Duane, my first
boyfriend ever, and despite the full beard, he is only 20. I don't know
what's happening there, but I do look like a deer in headlights, and I'm
holding his hand in a death grip. That's pretty much the story of the
first half of my life, fear of failure or rejection and
hyper-seriousness in all areas. I suppose I laughed sometimes, but never
at myself. I started getting stress migraines when I was
six. Ironically, I was at least kind of good at pretty much everything, and I didn't do
the things I wasn't good at. I just had anxiety and didn't know it.
The second picture is me last spring, and oh, that's Duane, my husband.
We are a lot older, but apparently I have learned to laugh--including at
myself. I don't get migraines, and in general I am less afraid of
rejection and failure. This may be a life-long journey, but in many ways
it started with the silly guy holding the balloons. It's not a birthday
without balloons for him, and that's sort of the story of my life. He
accepts me and encourages me to take risks, like water skiing and paddle
boarding, traveling to Africa, and quitting my job and going to grad
school. He is also crazy silly, which has taught me to accept myself
and my failures and basically to laugh at all kinds of things.
So . . . that's basically it for your introductory post: A six-word memoir, with a backstory.
It was a lot harder than I thought. I mean, I had to decide what part of
my life I wanted to share.
This is how you'll see me. Since you don't actually know me, this is all you know. It's my identity until you know me more. I anguished about this a little bit, but then I let it go. (You know, anxiety, angst, blah, blah.)
This is how you'll see me. Since you don't actually know me, this is all you know. It's my identity until you know me more. I anguished about this a little bit, but then I let it go. (You know, anxiety, angst, blah, blah.)
And then I had to take these complex ideas and condense them into six
words. SIX WORDS! That's nothing. As you will learn, I am very
verbose. I say something, and then I repeat myself and make it clearer. A
couple of times.
Your turn.
1. Remember, you are crafting an identity kit for the class.
2. To get full points, you must start with the six-word memoir and add a backstory.
3. Add some pictures that help your readers SEE who you are. Btw, these don't have to be pictures of YOU, but they should be pictures that will help your readers understand who you are, are how you want to be viewed in this class community.
And now . . . back to me!
Playing Apples to Apples. A long time ago. |
My daughter, me, and my husband at the Eifel Tower on New Year's Eve. It just lit up! |
Comments
Post a Comment