Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Where ya bean

When I was a kid, I thought we were all human beans.

Green beans. Lima beans. String beans. Jumping beans. Baked beans.

And human beans.

Learning that I'm not a bean was one of the single most disappointing moments of my childhood.
Speaking of my childhood, I've spent the past year dissecting every aspect of my existence in a class Jim calls Charm School.

It's over now.

And this is one of the first Tuesday nights I've had free since last year around this time.

I went into the class thinking I was relatively self aware (food issues, anger issues, and maybe some - yikes - sex issues) but overall a relatively healthy, functioning human bean.

The class helped me figure out some pretty important things about myself and it took a lot of my time and energy to do so. Thus the lack of writing.

Or the lack of public writing anyhow.
Here's the thing: Way back in Oh Hell Whenever I started writing here, I swore I'd tell the truth.

The unedited, unpretty, and the unpolished.

I uncovered a lot more of that sort of stuff in Charm School and it became decidedly dangerous and uncomfortable to let some of it fly here.

Or maybe I'm just a coward.

Anyhow. That's the poop.

This feels like I'm easing back into something comfortable and comforting, so we'll see where it goes.
I am listening to: The fan on the Mac
I am reading: Hawaii by James Michener
And I am: FINE


Dave said...

Should have known you posted.

For those of you that don't know, Hedy has alive eyes.

fermicat said...

Welcome back. Looking forward to hearing what you have to say.

Posol'stvo the Medved said...

I want to know more about this "charm school."

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Susan's Snippets said...

Hedy -

Whatever you need to do...

i am here for you

We don't always have to be great...

i can so relate