Love this.
I wonder if people get me sometimes. I have always thought it sweet when people apologize for cursing in front of me, but fuck is like my favorite word.
I have always had hang-ups about how to deal with people. Like sometimes people will assume I'm really sweet and Christian and I'm like, um, so, are you going to like the real me?
I have a mish mash of ethics, hang-ups and personal beliefs that don't correspond to organized religion I've studied, so I try to just not worry about it.
It's funny too, when I'm in safe harbor is when I get so mad, in retrospect.
Reading this Women of Influence book is causing me to remember another of my great childhood loves -- "The Miracle Worker," the story of Anne Sullivan and Helen Keller. It was Anne Sullivan I really loved, and still love -- it always made me heartsick to think of her sacrifice, devoting every waking minute to another human being, with almost no life left to herself, until she died in old age, and Helen Keller required another translator. But God -- she must have known it -- that's the best way to live -- it is to have every moment of your life swallowed in supreme goodness and satisfaction. No wonder I loved her, and no longer do I feel sorry for her -- I envy her. I thought of her today perhaps because when I was around eight or nine I grew aware that she and I shared the same initials "AS." Today is the first day that I am Amanda Monteleone at work, and I have written my initials "AM" dozens of times already. It's strange, but the satisfaction of...