I’m supposed to be working on a couple of things, including an updated version of my resume that I had promised for Friday. I am stuck. I find it difficult to be my own cheerleader.
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Emma asked me if she could read my blog yesterday. In fact, her father showed her exactly how to get to it.
I struggled to remember what I had written. And then I figured it didn’t matter. This blog normally doesn’t contain anything x-rated.
In fact:
But I’ve been handed an interesting dilemma. I don’t think I’ve written anything that would hurt their feelings, but now that Emma is older I��am not comfortable��sharing any whiny self-indulgent parental-related angst. Now, more than ever, I have to consider who I’m writing about, and how I come across in these pages of mine.
I never planned this far ahead. I never planned anything, I started doing this when she was born.��This “place” has always been all about me. But it isn’t really, is it?
In fact, I am going to have to��start asking permission to post photos of the girls. It’s only fair.
I heard Emma sigh and mumble something about wanting her own website. I guess I had it coming huh?
