My much younger sister, Anne Murga-Ring, and I haven't talked since mid-November 2003. On Monday, she will have yet another birthday. Last year I did send a birthday card. No response. So this year my executive coach and I worked it out to give up trying to glue together the fractures in the relationship.
The fractures are what keep us stuck in the force field. Negative bonds put much more a hold on us than positive ones. The film keeps stopping at the parts of our lives filled with the most dysfunctional relationships. We stare.
Maybe we are trying to figure out the dynamics. More likely horrors fascinate. I can't help wondering if some of those people who are in that film noticed the latest blossoms in my late-blooming?
My three blogs are getting record traffic with links from brandname media like Bloomberg. I'm turning away more business for my communications boutique than I accept. Most days are filled with inner peace. I'm no longer out there a rescuer. In fact, I only am the pet parent to one four-legger and no longer people-please. And, my dress size is too little to get a part-time sales job at Lane Bryant plus-size retail.
Next year there will be the same field force on September 21. I can only hope the intensity will lessen. It's her birthday that triggers the voodoo. Not Christmas. That's the holiday I spend by an ocean, some large body of water around the world. The waves coming in and going back out distract me from the film.