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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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We Have Everything We Need

when i was first a stepmother
to two rowdy little boys
whose mother was friggin absent
even when she was in front of them
if you get my drift

i would get really overwhelmed
by the situation
by their neediness
by the huge void i could see
being created
and by what i worried was to come
in the future

i would focus on what i didn’t know
and on how much they
would need me
since their parents
were so freaking polarized

i dwelt on how lacking i was
and surely would be --
what did i know about this shit?

the battles and the escalations
and how “out there” the mom was
made my dysfuncional upbringing
pale by comparison

on top of that,
my brother was quiet and geeky.
i grew up with geeky sisters
not little boys
who farted in line with me at the bank
and got grubby and smelly
who played every sport known to man
and went to sleep with frogs in their bed
and sidled up to me, wanting to know
how that man down the street
could actually be named DICK????

(think about that, thru the mind
of a small boy....wouldja?!)

oh god,
i asked,
am i gonna be worthy
or just totally add to this
fucked up mess?

then i read somewhere
that we grow in parenting
as our kids (biological or otherwise)
grow

we are “as old” as parents
as our kids are
in age
or something like that

somehow that helped-
somehow i GOT
that it’s gonna be OK,
somehow

i often forget
but this i KNOW,
re parenting and everything else:

we have everything we need
we have everything we need
we have everything we need

Posted by Nancy Vittoria Bello on 05/24 at 04:59 AM
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