tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913229899720792807.post897676953267185036..comments2023-10-06T15:32:58.414+01:00Comments on Academic, Hopeful: Good Times (is there a mood pattern emerging?)Academic, Hopefulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17474557296107830403noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913229899720792807.post-66017245323935910222009-03-07T18:36:00.000+00:002009-03-07T18:36:00.000+00:00Thanks for being so open John.Sibling stuff is oft...Thanks for being so open John.<BR/><BR/>Sibling stuff is often very difficult to wade through, but as adults the ethos has to be to preserve the relationship over being right. It's extremely difficult at times, particularly when these relationships involve so many intense, confusing and often painful feelings, feelings most often experienced and absorbed into our memories when we are these hugely sensitive creatures with our in-built justice scales. <BR/><BR/>That's a useful way of looking at it - pooling knowledge, helping each other move on. I am really glad you two are friends again.Academic, Hopefulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17474557296107830403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913229899720792807.post-27080132769961479522009-03-07T17:16:00.000+00:002009-03-07T17:16:00.000+00:00Last week I saw my sister--who is my only relation...Last week I saw my sister--who is my only relation in the world--for the first time in about 12 years. We had a falling out back then, just one in a long line of arguments, differences, jealousies, and son on. I let it fester and was resigned to never seeing her again. My birthday changed that when she sent me a text. And I found myself replying, "when you're next in London..." She said I'm coming up tomorrow. The result, when I met her, her husband and a daughter (who's coming up to partner in one of the large law firms) was a truly joyous reunion.<BR/><BR/>I got a little nervous when we started talking about family history, which can often spark arguments. But it didn't as this time we seemed to agree--indeed for the first time--that our mother was actually quite weird. (Side note: we had same mother and different fathers.) My niece came up with a good solution along the lines that since we knew different things about our family, why not pool our knowledge (instead of bickering over who is right...).<BR/><BR/>The tension, real or imagined, eased away as this possibility became sensible to us. I know I have no real battles with my sister since what would "victory" mean? Antagonism. No, I have reclaimed a friend and more. I know we will differ but it needn't be over the trivial things that dogged us. But for me the most important aspect is that I now have a family again and the world doesn't seem such an alienated place anymore. It's a start.John Floodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03618951794976509582noreply@blogger.com