This is the first entry in my new blog; my therapeutic social media journal if you will. In case you didn’t know, I am pro therapy, both giving and getting. To me therapy means being reflective, figuring things out by talking or writing, viewing situations in a totally new way, and having the luxury of getting a different and/or unbiased perspective whenever possible.
Regarding social media, I’m no expert, but I am an enthusiast. Enthusiast, hmmm… isn’t that really a positive way of admitting my obsessive-compulsive tendencies? But wait, if you think about it, obsessive-compulsive is just a negative way of describing someone who is very focused. And since I am not my mother, i.e. I try to see the glass half full, I choose to describe myself as a very focused New Media Enthusiast!
c. 1965
Wayzata, Minnesota
Mom and Me
Looking back on this photo I can’t help buy wonder why I was so bundled up, but my mother was dressed as if it were a warm spring afternoon. I didn’t know it at the time, but I now understand that my mother showed her love in cryptic ways, like how tight the scarf was tied around my head. She was obsessed with my ears being covered so that I wouldn’t catch cold.
When I look at this photo I think of four things; I never liked scarves, that jacket was from a garage sale, I had just gotten in trouble for something, and I wanted to hold the kitty.
