Once Upon a Time…

Everyone wants to be wanted, loved, cared for, included… and we all experience the highs and lows of being the last or first picked to play games…

At one time I used to think my world so depended upon others… When I started the ancestry research, looking for where I came from and if by any stroke of luck I was not related to the people who raised me…

I was struck by the number of people who reached out to me, to help them find their DNA family….

On face book I have become friends with 3 of those DNA cousins… and a new one recently joined our group and I failed to follow through with the connection and communication and the person left our group… for what ever reason they had, totally on them for the choice they made…

My point of this confab…. I have so little desire to get out and meet and greet… It really takes all I have to stay in the here and now with the few people I do stay in touch with…

All this tells me… I found me… I am happy with me… if others want to participate in my life, and they take the time and effort to understand a person with a brain injury and unfiltered mouth… I am good with that…

and if someone does not want to make that effort… I am good with that… it’s a two-way street… and my participation in their lives is not the one they need…

Once upon a time I would have taken the action of another as rejection and beat myself up over what I have no control over… Once upon a time, I would have felt injured…

Now, I just feel relief that I do not have to be careful around someone new and I can just be myself… with all its hangups and quirks and nightmare on elm street internet…

I can just be me… but once upon a time… it was so very different…

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I Remember… Margie… always was a loner…

Sgt. USAF DAV