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This post bookends what has been a year of many upheavals and some closure as well. Some experiments failed big others succeeded much better than expected. Most year I tried desperately not to lose J completely.Staying connected to a teen daughter feels like grasping for straws.

 She is experiencing her entry to womanhood in ways I cannot fully understand or appreciate.Her world is too different from mine at her age for any useful lessons to be passed along. What used to be a generation gap is magnified to a chasm by the pace of change between the 80s and now. I need to wait until she shares something to connect dots the best I can. This has been the hardest years of motherhood so far and J is a ways away from being an adult.

 On the hardest days I tried to imagine the alternate endings to my story so far and also the road ahead may hold. What if I could simulate the conditions along the way to see where I may end up - much like testing out a driving simulator for potential life scenarios. I ended up watching The Secret after a particularly long day when the questionable claims made in the movie felt good - this is what I wanted to believe was possible. That I could imagine my happy state and just have the universe deliver me there. 

 As result of all that the past year has been and some ideas from that movie, I did write up my life's wish list. It was an incredibly difficult thing to do. For each item on that list I had to pause - wishes turned out to be escape hatches, placeholders for decisions I did not want to make and a myriad of other conflicting things. So it was worth the effort to put that list together. I look at it often and am forced to align my efforts to my stated goals in life or accept that i still don't know what they are.
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Anonymous said…
Hi,
Your blog is an invaluable source of inspiration and comfort to me. It seems that we live in a parallel universe- your experiences and more importantly your response and insights makes me smile and nod in agreement(most times).
I do not remember commenting , instead choosing to just read your blog. After I read your thoughts on J's teenage, I recalled the pain and angst I experienced with my son's teenage years. I was sure he will never get over whatever he was going through, and he refused to interact with me. He became a stranger to me. I felt helpless most times.You know the cliche -- " this too shall pass". I think there is some truth to it. He is a freshman in college now , and things have changed. He is a strong and caring young man, and he laughs much more. I have learned that I just had to wait for time to take its course. It was hard but I think at times that is all we can do. Best
Asha
12:14 PM
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