Wonderfully Imperfect

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i am a woman on the edge -- on the edge of greatness, of mania, and of wonder and amazement, all at the same time.

i am an artist and a corporate refugee, who has struggled and derailed and been really STUCK....and who continually dusts herself off.

here i share my artistic and personal journey, and how i became known as the "princess of getting up again" and the "imp-ress of imperfection"

it's a celebration of continually focusing on "being where i am," and never coming from a place of lack or "not good enough". it's a celebration of being "wonderfully imperfect", and you're invited!

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Thoughts on Marriage

years of being politically correct
have taught me to often not say what i think

(guess that’s why i love my online friends so much!
no holds barred there!)

i’m realizing, though, that
the things i keep to myself
are the things i should MOST say in my marriage.

i can see how my mom
grew to loathe my dad

(living with an alcoholic can do that)

i was brought up to not value men
(but of course I CRAVED THEM--

i bought into all that “need them to complete me” BS
for a while
(especially after growing up gawky and geeky
and being ignored or made fun of by them
during those lovely teenage years)

however, as i got into my thirties
it very much became a case of
“easier to ask forgiveness than permission”
which turned into not even bothering 2discuss things

i had a good job
i didn’t need a guy for money
and no longer, for validation

i just did what i wanted, traveled, etc
and told him i was doing it.

a lot of it i blamed on my career....
....but truly i was just inconsiderate.

i operated under the assumption that
i was “on my own” ....when i really i was not.

i ran fast and hard for many years
and ignored things about my body,
my marriage
and my life.

i some ways i was running away,
and i knew it.
i was escaping
instead
of working to change the things i didn’t like.

i wonder now --
would anyone have gotten thru to me?
major events had to happen for me to pay attention.
job losses. shingles. crashes. deaths.

what was i waiting for??
god on a billboard??
god in an email?
god hanging out at the frozen foods section?

i can only love ME, RIGHT NOW.
i can only look back without reproach.

i can only go forward.

AND NOW:
how sometimes excruciating
but how joyous for us
to finally examine all the nuances of “PARTNER”

it ain’t easy....
but it’s the journey
of a lifetime

Posted by Nancy Vittoria Bello on 05/12 at 03:43 PM
Marriage, Imperfect and Otherwise • (1) Comments • (0) Trackbacks • Permalink

journey of a lifetime, indeed. And nuances...oh my dear, yes…

Posted by Laura on 06/28 at 07:14 AM

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