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Powerful to negligible
Sometimes I feel really powerful and important and that I can make a difference and affect the world.
And sometimes I look up at the sky and realize I’m a tiny, negligible human being in the vast expanse of this universe.
And that’s a panicky feeling.
Article.
I really liked this. I especially just liked that she was brave enough to put her thoughts out there and defy the norm.
Thoughts?
Why You Should Think Twice Before You Praise Someone for Losing Weight
Yashar Ali
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/yashar-hedayat/weight-loss_b_1114227.html
Wheat
Less than 30 minutes after eating a food that I historically have an intolerance to (wheat, NOT gluten), I have brain fog, feel spacey, totally out of it.
It really impresses me that our bodies tell us things. We just don’t always listen.
Failure
Today, I feel like a failure.
It came on gradually this afternoon, and yet sudden at once. Which I realize doesn’t make sense. But it does to me.
I could probably figure out what I’m feeling and what I’m thinking and why.
But quite honestly? I just don’t want to. I know that generally stuffing it down means it boils later. But, not always. And right now I don’t have the energy to really care. So, stuffed down it goes.
To be continued.
Paintbrush
Paintbrush, author unknown
I keep my paint brush with me
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do – that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I’m afraid I might lose you.
Wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show.
I’m so afraid to show you me,
Afraid of what you’ll do – that
You might laugh or say mean things.
I’m afraid I might lose you.
I’d like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand,
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show.
Now my coats are all stripped off.
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love Me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn’t understand.
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paint brush with me
Until I love me, too.
Secret Blog
It’s very strange to me that I have this blog and nobody knows about it. I have never, EVER done that. If I’m being honest with myself, I will say that in the past, especially in high school and college, I wrote specifically knowing people would read it. I said what I needed to say, but also said so in a way that guaranteed me what I needed: help, support, attention, etc.
This blog is a test. I didn’t go public with it for two main reasons:
- I didn’t trust that I would be able to keep up with posting regularly, and I know that people tend to only read regular blogs. (And, as it stands, I was correct. Although, not having time-pressure on me to post regularly makes it more fun than a chore)
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I wanted to be my true self. And that means not hiding any parts of my personality. And I was scared to do that with everyone knowing it was me, with everyone finding out who the “real me” was all at once. So I decided I needed some practice time.
What I have discovered is that I’m much more ME when I’m writing for me. Nobody reads this blog — my stats generally indicate that — and while part of me wishes that people read it and discovered how brilliant and wise I am (a fantasy, clearly), part of me likes that I don’t have to worry about being judged, ridiculed, talked about, etc. I can say exactly what’s on my mind, exactly how I am feeling, and there’s no shame in it. I don’t have to hide any part of me.