tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post9144727802975030721..comments2023-10-26T06:26:35.593-04:00Comments on To Keep it Real...For Myself: CrowdedFor Myselfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130573896278623660noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-47119365036387007082008-12-03T01:57:00.000-05:002008-12-03T01:57:00.000-05:00"we're" right there with ya!"we're" right there with ya!Zip n Tizzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14760606219381683552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-67706103650916916992008-11-18T08:55:00.000-05:002008-11-18T08:55:00.000-05:00I have the distinction of being a "me" that my fat...I have the distinction of being a "me" that my father didn't particularly like, and now I'm a "me" that my kids don't really like. Still, it's become necessary to me to continue forward.<BR/><BR/>Nice post.Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16253518897502046799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-63634522914103722532008-11-17T22:52:00.000-05:002008-11-17T22:52:00.000-05:00The many, many me's. (The punctuation-geek-me is ...The many, many me's. (The punctuation-geek-me is confused about how to write me as a plural.) Yup. This rings so true. I feel like there are a bunch of me on the outside, but there's still that core...that thing that is me. It's just not that anyone but me really knows that me. Ya know?Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13151264293573254738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-73218804061540852562008-11-14T18:33:00.000-05:002008-11-14T18:33:00.000-05:00I think I made peace with the plural-me a while ba...I think I made peace with the plural-me a while back. <BR/><BR/>Either that, or the voices in my head stopped one day for no good reason.pattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15599429717669216237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-65456554164870780792008-11-14T17:36:00.000-05:002008-11-14T17:36:00.000-05:00With any luck, the real you will continue to chang...With any luck, the real you will continue to change, grow, evolve and be loved. The journey is never-ending. <BR/><BR/>love your writing.Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-10273586957587203022008-11-14T11:51:00.000-05:002008-11-14T11:51:00.000-05:00Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog. This is a gr...Hi! Thanks for stopping by my blog. This is a great post! I've decided to let all the 'me's coexist too, heh.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-82161563703058150452008-11-14T10:00:00.000-05:002008-11-14T10:00:00.000-05:00This post touches me. The many me's. I feel the s...This post touches me. The many me's. I feel the same way - where, or which one, is the true "me?" Will I ever really know? Does it matter?<BR/><BR/>PS - so happy to hear from you again!DKChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06564455767137872485noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-3814635117593139462008-11-14T00:22:00.000-05:002008-11-14T00:22:00.000-05:00A crowded soul. I love that. I think we all do. ...A crowded soul. I love that. I think we all do. It's one of the great beauties of small children, their uncrowded souls. So glad to see a post, I missed your voice.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5834219896668688127.post-52930885118601322092008-11-13T22:44:00.000-05:002008-11-13T22:44:00.000-05:00I don't think we ever fully become Me. It's an ev...I don't think we ever fully become Me. It's an evolution, a process.Jen Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02559930076183536665noreply@blogger.com