tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post3138621958218139354..comments2023-07-29T09:26:45.820-05:00Comments on Write About Here: a winter of discontentcinnamon gurlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05363288586285868779noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-20829866034518190222007-12-21T20:05:00.000-05:002007-12-21T20:05:00.000-05:00Hey! Great post. Very very true. I had a lot of...Hey! Great post. Very very true. I had a lot of winters like this as a child, as a teen. <BR/><BR/>God, isn't it all so much better now, even when it's awful?<BR/><BR/>Thanks this: so specific, but then, it seems so universal?Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-63787718252750798322007-12-19T15:00:00.000-05:002007-12-19T15:00:00.000-05:00I was such a moody teenager. i pray my kids are ni...I was such a moody teenager. i pray my kids are nicer than i was.karengreenershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02488069680575426742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-51264404520853854132007-12-19T10:32:00.000-05:002007-12-19T10:32:00.000-05:00my sweet sixteen, so-called, was very much like yo...my sweet sixteen, so-called, was very much like yours. i had not yet learned to take pleasure in my own discontent.<BR/><BR/>learning to take pleasure in my own contentedness - which i see as the full-circle piece of liking myself, ongoing though that will always be - came later again.<BR/><BR/>but then, in those long dark winters of weird adolescence, it was hard to like anything.Bonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14403701620708365171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-88396616943200707842007-12-19T10:03:00.000-05:002007-12-19T10:03:00.000-05:00lovely, evocative post. though i'm sorry you had ...lovely, evocative post. though i'm sorry you had to feel that way.<BR/><BR/>sixteen and seventeen were hard for me.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-29528876328242190572007-12-19T09:11:00.000-05:002007-12-19T09:11:00.000-05:00The space of time between 14 and 15 was a tough on...The space of time between 14 and 15 was a tough one for me.Beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13953517447164263617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-28709160063668250882007-12-18T22:19:00.000-05:002007-12-18T22:19:00.000-05:00For me, it was the summer I was 17. The best thing...For me, it was the summer I was 17. The best thing about aging is the grace you afford yourself to actually like who you are.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-51013330721328282072007-12-18T21:57:00.000-05:002007-12-18T21:57:00.000-05:00I remember doing my homework by candlelight instea...I remember doing my homework by candlelight instead of a torch despite my parents advice and setting fire to the curtains!<BR/>Cheers<BR/><BR/>This is my calling card or link<A HREF="http://whittereronautism.com/" REL="nofollow">"Whittereronautism"</A>until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.Maddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05828186178060722812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31853698.post-23956829600105212492007-12-18T21:27:00.000-05:002007-12-18T21:27:00.000-05:00Oh, those months (years?) of discontent are diffic...Oh, those months (years?) of discontent are difficult to look back on, aren't they? For those of us for whom high school may not have been been all pom-poms and letter jackets (to use a cliche). <BR/><BR/>Your words brought back many winters of restlessness, and that long slow haul towards self-acceptance.b*babblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17494191160073990465noreply@blogger.com