have someone to share my feelings with. It's really nice having
someone at the end of the day that I know will listen and care and
help me work through problems that are troubling me.
Separately, I was just reflecting on how many of the recent changes in
my life might have been spurred my my own father's mortality. I never
really opened up to my parents (we just didn't talk about feeling at
all) but I guess on a very basic, childlike level I do want him to
know who I am and to accept me and be proud of me. It's interesting
how much that relationship has shaped my life and how hard it's caused
me to work to prove this or that.