Witchy woman

Proving it, bit by bit……

No, I don’t think I’m Don Henley all of a sudden.  Just so you know.

I feel like a witchy woman, though.  Probably look like one, too.  Years ago, I used to be told I had the face of a bull dyke.  I still don’t know exactly how that was meant!  I just took it to mean I looked like a slightly-unfeminine, possibly-ugly woman.  I don’t care!  I know I’m no beauty queen.

Anyway, Jack and/or Piers has been venting spleen in Mikey’s direction.  Frankly, we must do something….and I know what it is that we must do.  I’m a little less clear on HOW we should do it, though.

Our main task for personal change is to identify specific triggers to bring each of us out.  When one feels shitty, the proper course of action would be to call another, less-shitty person out to deal with things.  K.  We know how to trigger Jacky, but he’s the ONLY one we know how to trigger, and sometimes, he seems a little bit of a bad choice to deal with things.  Too "ME"-ish.

So what could bring me out on purpose?  Perhaps telling me that the kids need me more than they need anyone else.  I am the primary mother-figure in this body, at least toward the outside people in life.  Thelma is the REAL Momma inside here for US, but for others, it would be me.  So a mom is needed…..that probably would do it.

Seems like when we give out is when Barbara comes to the surface.  So we learn to put up an inward white flag?  We can try.

Jack just needs a break sometimes, just like Mikey does.  We will not purposely trigger him, most of the time, because he is OUT most of the time.  I guess we’re like his support group.

K, we’ll try these things.  Needing a mom present – for me.  White flag – for Barbara.  Maybe we girls can hold it together when the boys can’t!

Hankalicious (hehe), I love you more than my luggage!

Elf