“I’m here to be me, which is taking a great deal longer than I had hoped.” –Anne Lamott. –Me too! Thanks, Anne.
My name’s Judy Emerson. I’m a writer, and a retired psychotherapist, still at this late date trying to be honest with myself, day to day. I’ve limited my vulnerability over the years. Setting myself the challenge of opening up here may get a little chancy. There might be times I will crank up the drawbridge and curl up within the fortress. I am paradoxsicle.
And yes, I do know that the correct spelling is paradoxical. Thanks for noticing!
The life I enacted for most of six decades or so turns out to have included a few self-serving delusions (there’s a slight possibility you and I might have that in common, but perhaps not.) I’m trying to sort those out, to let go of what doesn’t work so well. The inventory can alternately prompt me to conceit or chagrin… Sometimes simultaneously. I’m in recovery from a collection of ill-gotten defensive reactions to life which have tripped me up over the years. Perhaps it’s time to lay them on the table. This could get a little messy!
I hope to one day introduce you to the characters in a novel I’m writing, so you have the chance to fall in love with some of them as I have, and perhaps loathe a few of the others. Meanwhile, I live peacefully in the desert southwest, although sometimes I long for the smell of the ocean, or the sound of the wind in tall pines. I am grateful for a secure home, dear friends, and love abounding. I have two cats, two beautiful daughters, two hunky sons-in-law, and four extraordinarily gifted grandchildren, who just might have inherited a bit of their smarts from me. Or maybe it’s a coincidence.
Thanks for joining me!
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