Almost every day since my last post, I’ve had something that I’ve thought, “I should write about this.” And each day, other things have taken priority. I should have taken notes.
In about twenty-four hours, SM and I are leaving for Ohio. I am facilitating two classes on Saturday, for a small poly conference. I decline to say “teaching”. Somehow, that sounds like I’ve got all the answers, and I’m some kind of expert, which I am decidedly not. I am looking forward to this experience, though to be honest, my presentations are not quite done. I suspect that no matter how extensively I prepare, I will leave feeling like I had to wing it. I refuse to write a script.
I have a lot to do, between packing and finishing up these classes. It’s a calm panic I’m feeling. Mostly I’m happy to be doing something outside of my comfort zone. I always feel good and happy afterwards.
My daughter, who is seven, had downloaded an app onto my e-reader that was called “Fashion Icon”. I’m thinking dress up, paper doll type game, so I was particularly surprised when her interactive game allowed her to flirt, have a drink with a boy/man, and “lose confidence” when she was deemed not as fashionable as a competitor. I hated it. If you flirted with a boy you passed on the street, your other boyfriend would dump you, because, she explained, “You can only have one boyfriend at a time.” And never mind if she wanted a girlfriend. Everyone in Fashion Icon city is straight. And monogamous. And horribly insecure.
Also, chocolate apparently was the solution for a lack of confidence. Now that’s a good message. Let’s self-medicate with food.