Julie Greene is back: Never fear, I am always here

My blog disappeared.  Wow.  I received an e-mail from a friend letting me know and asking me if I was okay.  It was a good thing cuz I was able to straighten out the whole thing very quickly and get back to my same  ole online presence loud and clear and big-mouthed as ever.  It was an automatic computer thingy that wordpress dot com does that I don’t want to mull over.  Well, I do.  But I want to let you know that I’m back.

I do not shut up.

I made up my mind quite some time back that if I see something that is flat out wrong, along the lines of social injustice, I’m not going to waste time getting therapized as a way to fix the social injustice.

You do not make applesauce by putting a chicken in the oven.  Cuz no matter how well you spice the chicken, you will never, ever end up with applesauce.

(Oh, by the way, mention of specific foods  is “triggering” to people, or so I’ve been told.  I’m not going to delete my metaphor.  Deal with your entriggerment any healthy or unhealthy way you want.  I haven’t actually stuck chicken and applesauce on a table and demanded that you eat it, have I?)

If I, personally, take a pill to dull my passion about this social injustice.

If I am going to sit in a group and talk about it, it’s not going to be a group that teaches me to cope with passion.  It’s not going to be a group that teaches me to correct my thinking patterns.  My thinking patterns are wonderful.  My thinking is what makes me who I am.  If I write something that isn’t fresh and special, if it says nothing new, there’s no reason to put it out there or expect that anyone will consider reading or listening.  This goes for all writers.  Treasure your uniqueness and let it take you to a place where no one has ever, ever been.  Tread unbroken ground.  This is the revolution.

If I am to be part of a group of human beings, we will make change.  We will plan, and act.  We will compare ideas.  We will consider possibilities and dreams and hopes.

We will rethink our own backyards and cultivate them a new way.  This is the beginning of change.

I have a personal stake in this.  Of course, I didn’t need to say that, because it is redundant.  This is change.  The personal and the political are inseparable.  I knew it all along, well before I stumbled into my eating disorder, and then, year after year, walked the path of the downtrodden, the misunderstood, the invisible.

I am blessed because of this mission.  So few have this opportunity.  I have the strength, the ability, the courage, the gift, the driven nature within me, and the dire necessity to do this.  Is it my duty?  I don’t see life that way.  Maybe it’s because I’ve never been a parent.  I do this because it’s my only option, my only way out.  To survive I must continue to strive toward change.

I made a sister site.  It’s in the workings, barely started.

Here’s the link:

adreamforus.wordpress.com  The one post I made describes what the site will be about.  I love you folks so much.