I have four blog posts in draft mode, and here I am starting a fifth. Apparently, I have blogger’s ADHD. Interestly, one of the blog posts is actually a song for my mother. I have never written a song before, and unlike a blog post, I can’t just sit down and write a song. Every now and again words come into my head, and I add them to the song. At this present rate of progress, the song should be finished before the turn of the century.
The blogger’s ADHD thing may be real, I have written a whole paragraph and this compound sentence, and I have yet to get to the topic at hand. As always, I digress….
The topic – I am easy read. I have friends that keep their thoughts and emotions locked away. No matter how well I get to know them, I can’t read their reactions or infer how they are feeling based on their expressions.
In contrast, reading me is about as difficult as reading a Biscuit board book. “Oh! Sweet puppy!”, “No! Biscuit, don’t do that, Biscuit!” I miss reading Biscuit books to my oldest son when he was a toddler.
I am open, and I am expressive. I do not burden people with trying to understand how I feel. I simply let them know. In that way, I am an easy ready. If someone doesn’t “get me” or know what I want or how I want to be treated it is simply that they chose not to listen. Or, they somehow think they know me better than I know myself, which is not the case.
I broke things off with a guy on Christmas. Call me the Grinch. I intended to wait until after the holidays, but I was beyond annoyed with him. Apparently, he can’t read books as simple as the Biscuit board books. Funny, life comes full circle. My takeaway on the whole situation – “Now, I know how my fifth grade teacher felt when kids could not read the simple instructions.”
We are days away from the new year. I begin the year extremely happy. My boys are doing extremely well. I have amazing friends. I love my job. My heart is free. I look forward to finding what 2019 will bring.