It's been a year since I blogged on my family history. It's not that there have not been things going on worth sharing, I've just been a little busy.
In July of this year, I sent a copy of the family tree to NC to be displayed at the family reunion. It was not received as well as I had thought it would be received. I have literally spent a the last 10 years off and on, working on this history.
So at first, I was upset. But then I realized, I did not begin this for the family's approval! I began this journey to find out who I am; to find my place in the world; to find where I came from; to find a way to accept where I am and where I belong.
Along the way, I've learned a lot about myself and even more about my family and who they are and most importantly, who they were. The journey is not over. It may never be over. There may come a day when I may have to pass what I have learned into another's hands and pray that they are able to piece even more of our puzzle together.
I am learning to be at peace with myself. I am learning to quiet the negative voices, even if they are familiar and familial voices.