tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14962422.post113729633377159640..comments2023-09-20T11:39:52.182-04:00Comments on Crunchy Granola: 10 by 10, third installmentsusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12000470374101306070noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14962422.post-76483541198643927182007-02-11T11:30:00.000-05:002007-02-11T11:30:00.000-05:00I did the dog thing too: I was determined that my ...I did the dog thing too: I was determined that my children not inherit my fear of dogs, so I pretended I wasn't scared, and they pretty much love dogs (they are scared at the beginning of new dogs, but then they get over it and romp in ways I never could have imagined). And a happy byproduct is that I am much less scared of dogs, and certainly never act scared of dogs--except when I'm running (alone)... Maybe I should pretend I'm not scared of death!Beccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12002802440403969922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14962422.post-1137390142260210772006-01-16T00:42:00.000-05:002006-01-16T00:42:00.000-05:00You are too kind...doing the ten at a time is actu...You are too kind...doing the ten at a time is actually nice as it is forcing me to post more frequently than I had been, which is good. I need to get my work writing on such a rhythm (I have formed a page-a-week club with one of my colleagues, which is a pretty measly goal I am not always good at keeping to).<BR/><BR/><BR/>#23 is linked to #19, Scrivener, in that I have turned to things, often, to represent relationships, and the things sometimes become a distraction from actually having relationships I trust. I'm getting a lot better now that I've seen the pattern. But this issue of not trusting relationships is just so very toxic. I've struggled at times for having felt so at sea when on the face of it my childhood was really fine--I know there are tons of people with far bigger problems than I ever endured. Yet the psychic harms of this lack of trust have been so huge.<BR/><BR/>My mother tells a story about when I was an infant, and she was home alone with me (my dad was at work) and I was in my crib. She saw a large bug crawling across the apartment floor and went nuts running to get to the bug before it got anywhere near me. I was an adult the first time I heard her tell this story and it nearly moved me to tears (except I never cry in front of my parents or sister, topic for another digression). It's the only story I have ever heard which illustrates my mother being willing to protect me. And I marvel at the story whenever I think of it, just because it's nice to know that at least one day, even if I can't remember it, my mother was fiercely protective.<BR/><BR/>But I wish I hadn't had to work so hard and long to realize that I'm worth loving fiercely, and worth protecting, and strong enough to protect myself.susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12000470374101306070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14962422.post-1137381846468390422006-01-15T22:24:00.000-05:002006-01-15T22:24:00.000-05:00I agree with Phantom. If you're going to do these...I agree with Phantom. If you're going to do these ten at a time, then you should do them for twenty days.<BR/><BR/>I have a version of #23 too, except in my case it was actually true. And in a lot of ways I think I've dealt with it pretty well, but it is still a spectre that pops out of my psychological closet periodically and causes me grief. I know it's one of the major issues (really, probably the single most important issue) I have to deal with in my marriage.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry you have to go through that. It sucks.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14962422.post-1137343138997019442006-01-15T11:38:00.000-05:002006-01-15T11:38:00.000-05:00I have actually injured myself trying to prepare i...I have actually injured myself trying to prepare items for recycling. If you were wondering, it really isn't worth it to try to open a large olive oil tin so that you can rinse it out for recycling.<BR/><BR/>Also afraid of dogs, but not so good about not transmitting my fears. I'm trying. I think I use my allergies as an excuse sometimes.<BR/><BR/>Tea and scones are my idea of the ideal afternoon. And blueberries are my absolute favorite food. We pick them off the mountain trails of Acadia every summer -- the highlight of my year.<BR/><BR/>I personally think I could read 200 things about you, but I guess I'll settle for 10 per day. :-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.com