New Year, New You

Happy New Year!  As it fits so well with my pessimistic self, I have given 2011 the good old middle finger and put on my dancing shoes in anticipation of 2012.  It is going to be the end of the world, don'tcha know?  Ahh yes, December 21, 2012, a day that shall live in infamy until it passes with no apocalypse.
Truth be told, for all the hardships endured during 2011, it really wasn't that bad.  I am planting myself firmly in the "life is what you make it" crowd.  I'll be the first to admit that it isn't all rainbows and sunshine, but in the immortal words of a college friend, "nothing's so bad that it can't get worse."  With that in mind, cheers to fresh outlooks...

Not so much this...

As it is this...

Poor Geoff

As I write, we are en route to my husband’s family “compound.”  As usual I’m not necessarily looking forward to the trip because I feel the need to be “less handicapped” visiting my husband’s family and friends.  I should point out right now, that this need is coming solely from me, and not necessarily anything Geoff’s family has said or done.

I recently read a blog post from a fellow disabled blogger listing her privileges.  One of her wishes is that when she and a significant other go out together, others would not feel sorry him.  I never really knew how to describe why I felt uncomfortable around Geoff’s family, but I think she hit the nail on the head.  I take every, “You work so hard” or “Poor Geoff” moment as a direct insult and reference to my own shortcomings as a wife.

Admittedly, this is a result of my own self-esteem issues. Do others think this when they see Geoff and me together? Probably, but why do I care?  I should be comfortable enough in my own skin.  Clearly, I’m not. But, hey a girl can dream can’t she….