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I had an adult night tonight. That doesn’t happen much.
I didn’t partake in the adult beverages, but about 12 Diet Cokes later I am just slightly caffeinated and giddy from being with these lovely women.
Being part of a community rocks.
My husband doesn’t seem to understand why I blog. He’s not a writer for one; he’s a mathematician and he just does not have constant words running through his brain. I think he can see blogging for the benefit of chronicling our life, getting pictures of the babe out to the family; but as far as blogging for the general Internet, he doesn’t get it.
I’ve thought a lot lately about the male vs. female way of thinking. When a man is confronted with a problem, he wants to fix it. When a woman has a problem, she just wants someone else to listen. And perhaps sympathize. Let her know she’s normal and that is will be OK.
While blogs can be excellent sources of information, for me it’s more the second choice there. I put out my words, my problems, my fears, and relish in the feedback that tells me I am not some kind of mutant. I hope I can reassure others of the same.