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Taking a deep breath and calming

It was somewhat of a long weekend, but it's over. It was great getting to see the nephews again, although I had an amusing time convincing the oldest one that he was indeed my nephew!


Would you like to know what I want?

I want to go someplace where nobody knows me [well, to a degree].

I want to go someplace where nobody knows my family.

I want to go someplace where nobody knows my past, especially my failures.

I want to be known for who I am...not somebody's sister or daughter.

Selfish, aren't I? :)

Comments

Linda said…
I don't think it's selfish...I think that perhaps you are looking for anonymity. We all want that at one time or another. I imagine Jesus must have felt like that some times, but he knew his higher calling.

I'm from a small town in Northern Maine...everyone knew me, my family, our comings and goings, and yes, our entire family history. That's why I left home at 18...I did a brief stint back there, but wouldn't go back to live ever again.

Just look within yourself and remember that you are a work in progress - God's willing to work with you and for you to make you perfect in his eyes.
... Paige said…
You are there, to a degree. I don't know your failures {unless you tell me} I don't know your family {unless you tell me} See what I'm getting at. I have no pre-concieved notions of you or your family. There is no failure as long as you learned a lesson from the lack of judgement.
M. C. Pearson said…
Join the Army...LOL...it will make you love home though! I understand what you mean...I am the youngest of four girls and had quite a time of it growing up. I was always Karen's little sister...or one of those Szeker girls. Strange. Anyway, maybe you should get away...I don't know. Maybe visit England or someplace like that? ;)
Jean-Luc Picard said…
I think I know what you mean Ciera.

Forget the past ans any so-called failures; look to the future.
utenzi said…
I don't think you really want that, Ciera. You're too mired in your hometown. You just don't want the baggage of living there but you do want the familiarity and comfort. Of course I could be wrong...
Ciera said…
Linda - nice to see you and Thanks for the encourgement.

Paige - yeah, but I can't "live" here! LOL!

MC - A trip tp England is actually being discussed, although the prevailing opinion among my friends and family is that England should come visit me first. But if I had $1000 just lying around, I would have been there yesterday. And-----"I'm in the Lord's Army...I'm in the Lord's army...."

Jean-Luc: Thanks. And I love how you ignore MC's comments---it really rather amuses me.

Utenzi - mmmmm, yes and no. MC hits on the problem well enough..I'm always somebody's sister or daughter. I's really love to go somewhere that the people wouldn't just look at me and go, "Hey, you're so and so's daughter" Argh.
Oh boy sister...take me with you!!!!!!

England should come see you first.

and then England should pay for you to see him.

Sorry England. Take care of my girl properly. :)
Ciera said…
Ah, Daydreamer...I'll make sure England sees this comment --- his family will love it.
Jean-Luc Picard said…
Oh, I'm sure he will, Daydreamer & Ciera, I'm sure he will!
Ciera said…
Hmm, since that was a three part comment on Daydreamer's part...I wonder if the Captain is saying he's sure about all three...or just one....hmmmmmmmmmmmm......

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