Things that she used to believe, including a few that she still might believe

16 thoughts on “Things that she used to believe, including a few that she still might believe”

  1. Wait, I’m confused. Phoebe isn’t pronounced Fee-Bee? How the hell is it pronounced then? Count me a fellow believer, then, in Fee-Bee and a whole bunch of the above. I’m especially still holding out on the plane ticket and the idea that I will someday iron something, anything. How about you use the plane ticket to stop in and visit me, living for awhile among mountains, in the country, near the ocean, across from a friend, putting heavy cream in your coffee and learning fluent enough Spanish to explain why you’re taking pictures of your shadow. That would knock a handful off the list, and who knows–maybe you’d even run into whatsherface in the airport.

    I don’t think the wine appreciation’s happening, though. Or the voluntary squirrel exodus.

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  2. Love this writing topic. Headstands–nothing to worry about. It’s handstands that are truly scary! A yoga teacher tried to get us 40-something mothers to throw ourselves up against the wall with our hands and arms as supports, and my legs did not get very far off the mat….

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  3. Don’t even get me started on the horrors of handstands! Anything that has me upside down scares the bejesus out of me. In yoga class, where everyone else is placidly gazing about with their feet up in the air, I assume the child’s pose and close my eyes.

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  4. Headstands are more worrying from the point of view that you’re putting all that weight on your head and squashing your neck up like that. I don’t do them any more.

    Foe-eeb made me laugh and not being good enough made my eyes sting. You clearly do make people happy.

    I can’t believe you do all this fantastic writing for nothing…

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  5. Don’t you know that you have Always been good enough? Let go, let God. I share your fear of upsidedownness, by the way. You are a beautiful writer, and beautiful person.

    I used to believe that I could break the chain of unhappiness in my family, and make my children be always happy. I guess we all hope for that. Usually we can’t. But. I have decided to believe it anyway.

    So there.

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  6. I didn’t realize how much I missed going online, until I checked my favorite bloggers and felt a burgeoning of delight on reading this amazing list. What fun beliefs. In going over my old journals I see how many dreams I expressed on paper became realities. May it be so with yours.

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  7. Lucy, I’m honored that you added me to your blog, and I love your list. Zhoen, you’ve taught me something new with that (o) – and what a great blog you have. Herhimnbryn, such peace and serenity on your site. And Beryl, your site is one of my regular visits – and I share a birthday with your daughter.

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  8. Alison,

    If I just had to come up with one, this would be mine: That college was where everything became easier.

    But the longer I thought about the list, the more I started to come up with.

    And I could never do a handstand. Generally couldn’t do a headstand, either.

    The acceptance thing? Yeah.

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  9. Yours is the first blog I read when I occasionally check in with my Google Reader which miraculously saves all the blogs I intend to read. I’m always looking for something, yet I never know exactly what it is, when I go blog-reading.

    It’s comforting to know you are yearning, remembering, and wondering, too. Eloquently.

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  10. Joe, I’d be a rich woman if I had a dime for every time I’ve thought something along the lines of “When. . . then things will be easier.” I’m with you.

    And Ann, it’s good to know that neither of us is alone in the remembering and wondering and longing.

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