with permission...

Awesome Chicago Guys says he doesn't mind being subject to my blog and thus the subject rendered moot is now back on the table for discussion. But I still feel a little weird about it. I mean, it's one thing to write about Verta and Liz and our classes because we are learning to help others and ourselves. There is always a chance that we will learn something between all the laughing that will help a reader...crap!

I guess that may also be the point in discussing ACG. Everyone needs help with something sometime. others have trod the path with which I struggle. Usually I turn to Sting lyrics for comfort, instruction or solace. And lately, as Karen and I talk in the real world about real world issues, we've helped each other. We aren't as alone as we think we are. I am beginning to remember that. We learn or we die. And ACG is either going to be a really awesome permanent part of my life in some as yet undetermined capacity or a temporary learning experience. I am hoping it is permanent.
I know there's that mantra. It was a balm for sore heart muscles. It was a bandage for a bruised wallet and a soothing lavender bath for a troubled ego. But it isn't a good mantra because it doesn't add anything to my life. Rather, it kept much from my life. Mantra's are supposed to expand one's world and awareness not constrict them. I also know that it is too soon to know how this is going to play out. There are options that i never would have considered possible until i started blogging. Blog buddies; the kind of friends that can kibbutz and commiserate when there is a kafaffel; creative sounding board; friends that can't be separated no matter how far apart; we could hook up; we could date for a few months/years; we could end up Kurt and Goldie or Newman and Woodward. I don't know.
But there is something in this that speaks to permanence. And there is something in this that says you can't draw a lot of lines in the sand without eventually boxing yourself in. Or drawing a bulls eye for you enemy.