If you ended up here thanks to this discussion of women of colour bloggers on BlogHer, allow me to provide a brief introduction:
- I’ve been online since 1993. I wrote my first online journal posting in 1994 or so using Pico on a UNIX server.
- I’ve had a few primary domains over the years, including babygrrl.com (defunct), formica.ca (defunct, thanks to the Formica Corporation), notformi.ca, and this one.
- These days I blog less and photograph more. Photography has become my preferred method of keeping a journal.
If you’d like to know more, feel free to head over to my about page. Cheers, and thanks for stopping by.
One of the challenges I’m facing on this new path I’m trying to follow is learning to curb my temper. I generally have a long fuse and can ignore things for quite some time, but when I finally go off, my outbursts remind me (at times) of child-like temper tantrums. I pout, I stomp, I scream sometimes; more often than not I just go silent and refuse to talk to the person or interact with the thing that I consider to be the offending party.
When this happens, I let many, many things go unsaid. And that quite simply is not healthy.
Someone who was once a friend once said that not everything needs air. In some ways I agree with that, because there are some feelings, hurt feelings, explosive emotions, and the like, that more often than not are best kept to ourselves. I think apologies are the exception to this rule, because without them, even if two people try to pick up where they left off, or to move toward a new direction in a relationship, the obstacle still exists.
Children, I think, find it really hard to make apologies. The childish part of me feels the same way. Age and experience has shown me that it’s time to put away these childish things.
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