tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post3998008581892108029..comments2023-07-29T06:17:50.673-04:00Comments on From the Cheap Seats: Walking AwayLaskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12001998549713092381noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-56982613205256479742009-03-25T12:18:00.000-04:002009-03-25T12:18:00.000-04:00NO WAY LASIKGAL!! Did you work at Orange Julius?!...NO WAY LASIKGAL!! Did you work at Orange Julius?!? <BR/><BR/>I've already told you about my inexplicable over confidence, you don't want to hear that anymore ;)Aracelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10347839760076404489noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-49074468916850138962009-03-24T23:51:00.000-04:002009-03-24T23:51:00.000-04:00. . . I feel transported every time I read you . ..... . . I feel transported every time I read you . . . your words are so beautiful and poignant!tiarastantrumshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17081471547238465133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-15775207958515623472009-03-24T19:03:00.000-04:002009-03-24T19:03:00.000-04:00Once again your way with words is amazing.Oh, and ...Once again your way with words is amazing.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and I SO have the voice...I chat with myself way more often than I care to admit. <BR/><BR/>But you ARE enough. More than enough for your kids. They know that already. Even the lima bean. :)Cecily Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01833641996572085518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-1123813853928027472009-03-24T19:02:00.000-04:002009-03-24T19:02:00.000-04:00I've had the other voice in my head for so long it...I've had the other voice in my head for so long it hurts... but I don't know if it's old age and I'm just getting harder of hearing, those voices of negativity seem to fade as I become more comfortable being a woman, wife, mother...<BR/><BR/>We'll have to revisit it again, though, when my kids hit their teens.<BR/><BR/>Wonderful post, as always. You have a real gift, you know that don't you? And your children (yup, including the little peanut!) are blessed to have a mama like you.Karen MEGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834425321020756655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-40007915787509287672009-03-24T15:05:00.000-04:002009-03-24T15:05:00.000-04:00That sounds a lot like me. I've gotten so much be...That sounds a lot like me. I've gotten so much better over the years. I think I just started "acting" like a confident person and then it became second nature. I still put myself down, but far less than I used to. And I am much more accepting of who I am and who I am not. I am okay with my flaws because I know everyone has them. I think when I was younger I just tried to compare myself to other people too much and that held me back. Now, I'm just me. And that's okay.<BR/><BR/>Great post!Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14339665205284492242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-86550384180425064572009-03-24T13:34:00.000-04:002009-03-24T13:34:00.000-04:00Are you the only one? Ha ha, I would take a strong...Are you the only one? Ha ha, I would take a strong bet that every one of us has a bit of that bitchy talking back woman in us.<BR/><BR/>I love therapy. Honestly, it is the one place where I can say whatever I want to and my therapist doesn't tell me I am crazy (like sometimes I think I am). <BR/><BR/>So stand tall girl, you have too much going for you to "walk away"!As Cape Cod Turnshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16047430228350114744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-61300907082361133202009-03-24T10:53:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:53:00.000-04:00You're not the only one in the world or O magazine...You're not the only one in the world or O magazine wouldn't have so many articles on this. You might want to look up Martha Beck--I know she's written articles and maybe a book on reprogamming the voice. <BR/><BR/>I'm with you on the therapist--I'd rather just make a change than delve into the whys and wherefores. Good luck.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-39138731971387436932009-03-24T10:47:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:47:00.000-04:00This is what we live, isn't it?I just wrote a litt...This is what we live, isn't it?<BR/><BR/>I just wrote a little bit with this question in mind, and you know what I've found? I was surprised. Just last night as I was walking around this town I realized that I'm glad I've doubted myself, questioned myself, at times hated myself. It grounds me, gives me a vantage point of appreciation for when I realize in a moment that I am alright.<BR/><BR/>You, my dear, are alright too.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-13809757997897537692009-03-24T10:45:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:45:00.000-04:00I'll tell you what my own parents have always told...I'll tell you what my own parents have always told me...<BR/><BR/>You are not alone.<BR/><BR/>All moms wonder whether we have it in us to do this thing -- this monumental thing called being a Mom. We take it day by day, pushing our shoulder against the relentless downcurrent of life, and we keep our heads above water.<BR/><BR/>You are doing it. And your blessed child loves you with a love that will not be broken. So just reach inside for that tiniest scrap of strength you can muster each day.<BR/><BR/>You <I>can</I> do it. And you will.<BR/><BR/>{{hugs}} - JuliaMidwest Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10095161837187839812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-59427421077893322722009-03-24T10:38:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:38:00.000-04:00GURL...I feel like that is how I have felt my life...GURL...<BR/><BR/>I feel like that is how I have felt my life, growing up...but I do, I do know better now...and even though I still hear that voice in my head, it only pushes me to STAY and prove the bitch wrong. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10327991964710241536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-72244405268359798712009-03-24T10:05:00.000-04:002009-03-24T10:05:00.000-04:00You are the only You in the world. Nobody else ca...You are the only You in the world. Nobody else can measure up to what you're created to be. Now go be You, and enjoy it.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-68371629207095470062009-03-24T09:31:00.000-04:002009-03-24T09:31:00.000-04:00God, I have conversations in my head more than I h...God, I have conversations in my head more than I have in real life. I go through an entire conversation sometimes, only to realize that I never actually SAID a word, so the other person never really answered... So I never found out how they actually felt.<BR/><BR/>I wasn't always like this, actually. I actually used to be that girl that WOULD talk about anything to anyone with all of that "confidence" that some teenagers have. Somewhere along the line, my confidence has changed. Not disappeared, because I still feel it. But the essence has changed and matured. And my inner voice hasn't always matured as quickly...<BR/><BR/>Lovely post, hon. THIS is something you should realize: you can write and write well.<BR/><BR/>Hope you're feeling fabulous.tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-66614692789569526812009-03-24T08:13:00.000-04:002009-03-24T08:13:00.000-04:00First this needs to be said, you are one of the fi...First this needs to be said, you are one of the finest women I know. And, you have become one of my very best friends. You are also one of the finest writers and mothers. Laura, let me be your mirror for a moment, okay? <BR/><BR/>You know you are not alone in this, all those talented writers bringing you their angst, and you always find a way to talk them down. <BR/><BR/>We all have this ache. What sets us apart, what makes us special, even with orange crush on our shirts, is our ability to put it down raw and honest.<BR/><BR/>You will not fuck it up with your children because you are not afraid to open yourself up to the wound, to reflect, to give more because of it. They will not always see perfection. That is not necessary. <BR/><BR/>You ask yourself in this piece if you are enough. You are more. So much more than enough. <BR/><BR/>I will never stop being here to tell you that. I will never walk away. Neither will you. <BR/><BR/>All love! <BR/><BR/>p.s. sorry for the novel.ConverseMommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09964215682943025507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-79899543875794619292009-03-24T08:06:00.000-04:002009-03-24T08:06:00.000-04:00I have plenty of those moments stored away. You're...I have plenty of those moments stored away. You're not the only one.stefaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04070263353485891308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4304861315452931366.post-45427522640741946862009-03-24T02:47:00.000-04:002009-03-24T02:47:00.000-04:00you are worth so much more than you give yourself ...you are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for.flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.com