There are days I actually wonder why I can’t understand algothrims such as Google page rank
Was life more satisfying when I was a five? No. Was I happier when I was? No.
It’s understanding the relevance of the links that’s driving me crazy, a bit. I like the people who I link to and who link to me, and think that should be its own reward. Apparently I just like to drive myself crazy.
If you always knew you had problems, and had to figure out what they were on your own as medical science wasn't ready for you, when you found out the name of your problems and more about them, would you rush to say you're disabled?
Would you reframe your life story?
Or try to keep it as honest and true to your memories as you could?
I'm writing a memoir, and taking the later road as my life has always been interesting and fun.
I had the longest youth in America. It lasted from the late 60's through the 80's.
My "disability" non verbal learning disorder (NLD) is invisible.
So people think I should have been super successful and made mega bucks.
Success to me can be as small as getting the side bar of my blog to work. And as big as I can dream!
