I tell my stepdaughter, “I have do not have a church-version of Michelle. This version of me is it!” Then I apologize for ranting. Again. Since she knows me, none of this, the ranting, my extremely loud laugh, crying over news is strange to her. I envy her acceptance. I struggle to accept my feelings – all ten million. My feelings cross-pollinate, hybridize, and infect each other like water colors in a glass of water. If I give one a label all the other feelings beat it up and take it away. Used to think this made me shallow. Nope. Emotional. Got other reasons I’m shallow. They involve over-thinking.