I still don't know how it works and I don't care. I won't let it make me blue.
I prefer greens. Still don't know what I'm doing and it matters less. So much of my psychic survival was dependent on knowing or being able to make up a reason for living. I was always so punished by my family for what I did, said, knew. I hated living. Constantly being attacked for everything about me. Constantly having to validate my existence.
The lack of criticism and censure is unsettling. My creation on purpose. I've constructed a balance in my life between the positive and negative and to have more positives is unnerving. So I'm a lot uncomfortable. In every way, on every level.
And I almost discounted my experience by saying a little uncomfortable. It's a humongous amount. I just discovered text color. A on the strip up there.
Even having spellcheck on and not having it correct me is making me uncomfortable.
I finally figured out the Dashboard controls the blogs. And I know Edit is the way to change my blogs and Epiphany-Edit is the way to change my life.
Met Wm.Enrique Walker 5318079. Don the bus driver's friend, customer, painter... 34 soon to be 35. Married w/children and a grandchild. Whew!! Like Sandy a boon companion. So that's two.
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