tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29788763.post5828214314814909301..comments2023-06-08T02:20:52.350-07:00Comments on Dunbar, Nebraska: Do you really want to hurt me?emdunbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467828180071772429noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29788763.post-77672030637320432232006-12-14T15:53:00.000-08:002006-12-14T15:53:00.000-08:00Thanks, Carey.
I must say, I feel much better now...Thanks, Carey.<br /><br />I must say, I feel much better now. Todd came over last night and said that he felt very much the same way--a bit superfluous. That was comforting. He also had many nice things to say about my song. When we get together this weekend I don't think anything will have changed except maybe my attitude. We'll see.emdunbarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03467828180071772429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29788763.post-18749730209074923942006-12-14T15:06:00.000-08:002006-12-14T15:06:00.000-08:00Well dang, Emily. I just really resonate with wha...Well dang, Emily. I just really resonate with what you've written. I, personally, am much better at growing intellectually, or learning a new skill, than I am at growing emotionally, and sometimes, when I'm really honest, spiritually. But it's always worth it. You are not a wuss or callous. You are just real. You took a risk and it didn't work out like you expected. And maybe people were even harsh. It's okay to keep learning how to deal. That's what I think, anyway. That's what people that I love and trust tell me when I come home and cry, anyway. Or cry in my car. (Not that it makes it fun-ner). And I, like Hope, think that you are great and I am glad that you are sharing your gifts in a million ways. And that Oliver wore rain boots. And that Phoebe knew how to have really really cool hair. Which reminded me of the story of Beezus getting her hair cut, and saving her money to do so, and it not working out. But that was because she was a slave to a horrible fashion magazine, rather than her authentic self -- that's what I think anyway.Careyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15584722033894622987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29788763.post-44214527431694181552006-12-13T12:08:00.000-08:002006-12-13T12:08:00.000-08:00thank you, hopi.
(i think of you as a renaissanc...thank you, hopi. <br /><br />(i think of you as a renaissance lady, too...especially at thanksgiving with that turkey leg. no wait, that was more renaissance fair.)emdunbarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03467828180071772429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29788763.post-15784771737454996402006-12-13T11:31:00.000-08:002006-12-13T11:31:00.000-08:00Oh Emily, I read this post yesterday but didn't kn...Oh Emily, I read this post yesterday but didn't know how to respond. There's so much to say because the experience is so real and humbling. I've been there before. I don't like to pride myself on anything, but I'd say I'm a pretty good renaissance lady who can get by in most areas. The scene you're describing is like me being in a conversation that switches from politics (I can talk that, kinda) to calculus and all of a sudden the confidence slowly leaves me and I feel like I've nothing to contribute. Of course, that's not exactly the same because musically you have gobs to contribute. Just remember that those guys might be great in tweaking other people's material, but they may not have the unique gift of creating the original composition to begin with. They needed you for your song, then they ran with it. You need both skills to create the final product...and we love you and think you're great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com