So this is it: I’ve finally joined the ranks of those who are compelled to talk to whoever will listen.
Right now I’m a groundhog peeking my head out from the dirt. So far, the air is smelling just fine.
In the back of my head, I hear my mother’s voice telling me, “Keep your business private. Whatever happens in the house stays in the house.” That was so long ago; now I see I was growing up in a psychological Las Vegas.
When secrecy becomes a way of life, you become a slave to your insecurities. Believe me, I know. I’ve been there.
So, yeah. This is the beta. This is the preliminary breakthrough, the prerequisite reawakening. Soon it will come. Like peeling an onion, the layers will be revealed.
© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2009.
