Today, I unexpectedly gave myself a pep talk. I needed it. I had just discovered that a family member has blocked me on social media, reinforcing the fact that she hasn’t found me worthy to speak to for a year and a half. You can’t make someone love you, right? But it still hurts.
Anyway, about an hour later, by pure coincidence, I asked Google to pick a number between 1 and 3600, and based on that, I arrived at this blog post that I wrote back in 2019, before that particular relationship had turned into a dumpster fire.
It’s sage advice. I’m rather proud of myself for giving it. But sometimes even I need to be reminded.
So here it is:
What to Take with You
Original Post: November 20, 2019
I can’t speak for you, but sometimes I feel so completely freakin’ misunderstood that I even begin to question myself. It’s astounding how many people there are out there who are willing to tell you that you shouldn’t feel the way you feel or that you shouldn’t do what you do. The world is so full of noise that it’s hard for people to listen. And everybody’s a critic.
After enough time in that emotional meat grinder, I feel completely drained of my life force, and I start to wonder if they’re right and I’m wrong. Maybe if I just twist myself into a particular kind of knot, maybe then I’ll be viewed as saner, stronger, braver, more confident, less irrational, more well balanced, and more appealing. I, too, can be functional, if only…
“Stop being so sensitive.” “Stick up for yourself.” “It’s not that big of a deal.” “Here’s how you should have handled it.” “Why do you think that way?” “You’re making too much of it.” “This is how everyone else sees it.” “Grow up.”
It’s enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and pull a rock over the entrance. Just long enough to lick my wounds. Long enough to heal and remember who I am. Long enough to keep my wounded butt from lashing out and verbally tearing my attacker limb from limb. Because despite how much it may be merited, it never helps.
What do I take with me into that healing place? Truth. The things that I know are true about myself. The things that no one can take away from me no matter how hard they try. Everyone has a different set of things. Here are some of mine, in no particular order.
- I am intelligent.
- I love my dog and my dog loves me.
- I’m a good writer.
- I am a fantastic bridgetender.
- People can count on me.
- If I say I’ll do something, it gets done.
- I’m not afraid of being alone.
- I love a hot bath.
- I have a great sense of humor.
- I’m good with my money.
- I love to learn.
- I have a creative mind.
- I’m curious.
- I draw strength from nature.
- I can be trusted.
- I live to travel.
- I set goals, and I work toward them.
- I am a good friend.
- People confide in me.
I’m proud of these things. I hold them close. They are my passions, my values, and my strengths. They are what hold me together even when I feel like I’m being torn apart.
Never forget that you have your very own set of things. Take them with you wherever you go. They are what’s best about you, even in your darkest hour.
So, hold on to your truth. Tell your detractors to get stuffed. And don’t ever, ever give up.
Not bad, huh? What are your truths? Feel free to share them in the comments below.
Anyway, here’s a meme I would love to share with a certain someone if I could:
My book would make a great gift. Just sayin’. http://amzn.to/2mlPVh5
The View from a Drawbridge 