Monday, June 20, 2011

I'm 6!!!

It's technically my 30-something birthday today, but since I've only had birthdays since leaving the JW's, I'm only 6 this year. Yup, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So, let's see how I measure up in my development this year. These are the developmental milestones for a six-year-old, with my comments in red. 


Motor Development

May still be somewhat uncoordinated and gawky. Somewhat? I don't think coordinated will ever be a word applied to the penguin. 

Able to learn to ride a bicycle. Got that one beat. 

Can move in time with music or a beat. You should see my kick-ass Bollywood dance moves!

Language and Thinking Development

Moving toward abstract thinking. Slow but sure.

Develops reasoning skills. Finally.

Shifts from learning through observation and experience to learning via language and logic. This one made me LOL. It's actually something I've been working very hard at this year. I really am 6 years old. 

Wants it all; has difficulty making choices. So many men, so little time. 

Social and Emotional Development

Grows more independent, yet feels less secure. Wow, that hits a little too close to home. But good to see I'm right on track.

Craves affection from parents and teachers. Not parents and teachers, more like mentors and friends.

Friendships are unstable; can be unkind to peers. I try to play nice in the sandbox, but it's not always easy. Sometimes, people suck.

Needs to win and may change rules to suit herself. Rules? There are rules? 

May be hurt by criticism, blame, or punishment. Isn't everyone?

Can be rigid, demanding, and unable to adapt. Adapt!!!

Increasingly aware that others have may have different feelings. Other people have feelings? Is that that whole 'theory of mind' thang I've been reading about?

Nice to see that I'm on track. The advice for dealing with a 6-year-old? "Be patient with her selfishness; it will pass." We can only hope. :)

tall penguin

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Something to do...

It's been a while. I've received a number of emails and queries checking in to ensure I'm still alive. Yes, I'm still here. Thank you for your concern.

I wish I had an explanation for why I've stopped writing on this blog. But I don't. As was often the case in the past, this time around I had no specific intention to take a break; I just stopped. The urge to share my writing on this blog just disappeared one day and hasn't really returned. I want to blame it on the existential angst I'm so used to, that feeling of absurdity I've been grappling with for the better part of my life, but even that feels like a false and hollow explanation. Truth is, just as I'm not sure what it is that compels me to share my writing, I'm not sure what it is that compels me to stop sharing my writing.

If it makes a difference to you at all (and I'm not sure why it should) I do continue to write. In my journals, in private emails, on scattered bits of paper that can be found strewn about my apartment, the words, ideas and mental meanderings live on. To what end I cannot say. I used to think I wrote for therapy. I used to think I wrote in the hopes of becoming a published author one day. I used to think I wrote because I couldn't not write. But really, I don't know why I write. I just do. To what end do we do anything at all in this life? I surmise that it is because we all need something to pass the time between birth and death. For me, that's as simple as it gets. I write because it's something to do.

So, for the time being, I leave this blog as a testimony to where I've been. Bear in mind that it is a reflection of a journey that is ongoing. Each entry is a snapshot into a moment of time and does not necessarily reflect how I currently see the world. Perhaps one day when the dust settles in my mind just a little bit, I will return here to share with you my travels.

Until we meet again,
tall penguin