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Monday, December 15, 2003 -
How many times in this journal have you seen the words "but it's not that big of a deal..."? How many times have you felt me playing things down?
I think I figured out why. All my life, my parents have been watching over me and taking care of me. Everything is a big deal to them. When I called before Thanksgiving they spent 10 minutes on the phone with me trying to figure out the best way for me to get to National Airport, here in D.C.! They figure everything out, they examine it, they plan it, and it works well. But there are some things that will work out just fine without them. Like getting to the airport. If it takes 10 minutes to plan, and not planning would only be 5 minutes longer than planning it... I'm relatively certain that my reaction to downplay things stems directly from that. All my life I've been told that everything's a big deal... but it's not! But some things are, and I play those down to. It's a fine balance to walk.
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