A few years ago, I was going through a box of my grade-school papers that my dad and Eva had kept. I came across a poem that I had written sometime in my early teens titled, "I am me." Leo came into the room and read over my shoulder. Cracked. Him. Up. Every once in awhile, out of the blue I'll hear, "Sara......who are you?....Sara, are you you?"
Last night, I had an "I am me" moment. I asked Leo for the billionth time the hypothetical question, "should I start my own Facebook page?" to which he responded for he billionth time, "if you want," as I went on to do laundry and study and shower and whatever else I did thinking, "too many pictures to upload, too much work, blah blah blah..." I came back into the living room and he was doing it!! He hadn't pushed, SAVE CHANGES yet but he was in the process of bootin' me off. Should I? he asked.....I'm not sure why, but it took something akin to courage for me to say yes. I like sharing space, even e-space with Leo. It's easy. It's comfy. We are together a lot and it's simple to upload pictures just once. He gives me "news" if I don't have time to log on. Etc. But I knew that if we HAD our own pages, there would be some fun and freedom in that too.
It's a strange feeling. Strange good. Like when you take yourself to a movie. A little weird and lonely-ish which when you relax into it morphs into solitude, goodness, empowerment.
A friend wrote a message to me this morning asking if everything was alright between us. So just a note to everyone else who might be wondering the same: It's all good on the Blandford front. Just a little harmonizing goin' on :)
Thanks for the comments and likes and "action" during my first day of solo FB!