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Day 28 of #HAWMC: “The first time I...”

Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like? What did you learn from it?

Hmmmm.  No likey.




What can I with this one….OH!!!

I can tell you something that happened in the not-so-distant past…and by “not-so-distant past”…I mean, just a mere few weeks ago.

It was the first time I’d noticed it.

Another secondary syndrome?

Another chronic affliction?


I awoke one morn’ to find out that…somehow…I’d suddenly grown some testicular fortitude.

Having previously been a “Yes.” woman, this was totally new territory for me.  A little uncomfortable, to say the least (and by “least”, I mean totally anxiety inducing terror kind of levels).

But in that one morn’…it suddenly occurred to me that I no longer had the time/patience/energy to have others’ orchestration of the context of my reality with their judgements, snide comments or general ignorance.

I also, by that same token, came to the realization that:

“You can be truthFUL without being tactLESS.”

Sure, I can piss people off because my moutheth overfloweth.  Just a quirk of my hot-tempered Scottish blood, I suppose.  But, generally, I really do try to approach situations/circumstances/events with as best a logical mind as I can muster, so as not to invalidate the perception(s) of another.

If I’m taking effort to do this, I sure as shit expect the same in return.

Thusly, should you (and by “you”, I mean the generic, general public kind of “You.”) take issue or have a perception about the things that I do/don’t do, say/don’t say, that cause you to back-hand a negative comment in a public forum, or participate in “gossip” or the proverbial “talking behind my back”…and not have the audacity to approach me in a structured, non-judgemental kind of way…

…well…I’m not going to be your enabler any longer.


Truth be told…I’m going to likely come across to you as a wee bit’o’bitchy.


When I’m 80 years old (and I will be…I will find a damn way…)…I will be comforted in the knowledge that I lived the life I made for myself…not the one you’d hoped I’d have.

This post was written in participation of WEGO Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge, April 2012.


  1. Tina

    When you are sitting back in the nursing home one day you will be proud of your “bad ass”self, *applauds!! I came to the same realization a few weeks ago as well!! Never thought of the Scottish connection, something else we share, ummm something else I can blame my big mouth on 😉

  2. Pam

    So understand where you are coming from with this post love. Go Pattie Go! I guess you got to the point a few years before I did. Let’s live our lives the best that we can with no apologies for being authentic. If “they” don’t like it then obviously they aren’t meant to be part of our authentic life moving forward.

    Hugs for a good day!


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