tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957058303175978721.post6371283226213869077..comments2024-03-28T07:16:07.047+00:00Comments on Chez Maximka: A hug to my younger selfGalina Varesehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10113049600313050157noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957058303175978721.post-33942830059298902702014-03-08T14:10:13.279+00:002014-03-08T14:10:13.279+00:00Thank you Sonya! Would love to read your post, if ...Thank you Sonya! Would love to read your post, if you have a chance to do it.Galina Varesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10113049600313050157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957058303175978721.post-50455676068483834752014-03-07T19:47:08.373+00:002014-03-07T19:47:08.373+00:00I too have some teenage diaries knocking about som...I too have some teenage diaries knocking about somewhere, full of similar declarations of love for unsuitable boys! In terms of giving a hug to my younger self, I actually can in many ways- my daughter is seventeen, and loves boys in bands in much the same way I did- so I can try and pass on advice- not that she will be listening! Some lessons you have to learn yourself perhaps! This is a lovely post, thank you for tagging me- I shall give it some thought and attempt to have something in response next week xxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11580191273349590067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957058303175978721.post-58357784584844136172014-03-07T13:27:57.240+00:002014-03-07T13:27:57.240+00:00Aww Jo, thank you for your lovely comment! I appre...Aww Jo, thank you for your lovely comment! I appreciate that you're not ready to write anything of this kind right now. If I could stretch my arms all the way to you now, I would give you a big hug, pass the tissues and offer lots of tea and cake.Galina Varesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10113049600313050157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957058303175978721.post-59454183021404192432014-03-07T13:14:54.745+00:002014-03-07T13:14:54.745+00:00Aww this is so poignant, full of teenage despair a...Aww this is so poignant, full of teenage despair and then the move towards happiness. I read old poetry of mine and see the angst about the one true love and now I am with that person, how foolish I was to have put that much energy into longing for somebody who clearly was not 'the one'. If we could see into the future only the good things, though, I still thing that angst we felt then would burden us. I think its part of growing up. I am glad you wrote this post, I am not ready to do that at the moment, but glad you tagged me. My teen years were fraught with Mum issues and as she just died I am struggling with them, in some ways maybe I need a hug now from my older self. Jo Bryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16469769961218586739noreply@blogger.com