No Apologies

I spent yesterday in a funk. A blue kinda funk. I was a blue crab. Mostly I was out of sync, and tired of people. I as a rule am a people person, I truly like people. In personality tests I am an E. E for extrovert, which means that generally dealing with other people does not tire me out, does not wear on my nerves, or make me crazy, it means that I am charged, rejuvenated by interactions with other people. Perhaps it is the nine months it has taken to get to the first draft of a regulation(funny that is a gestation cycle); or that I spend most of my time talking ( everyone I know minus one) or lecturing (my daughter). I am tired of talking. My daughter is tired of lecturing. I am tired of hyper-drive, of trying to squeeze everything into capsules, time-frames, widgets and sound bytes. I realized yesterday when my daughter was whining ( my least favorite form of communication) that despite the fact every word she whined was like fingers on the blackboard, that frankly she was right. I don't talk to her anymore, I read from the Gospel According to Mom (I suspect soon she will be parodying me on you tube)and that I have been forgetting the most important component of communication. Listening. Thinking before you speak. Empathy. This doesn't mean that I think she doesn't need a curfew after she turns 18 in September or that I will condone the feather tat she wants. Nice try Rach. It means that I know it sucks to be an adult in High School and just maybe Momma isn't always right.