Perhaps I should re-name the blog…Thursday Things? Nah. Though it seems like those are my most consistent posts, I do think my daily deelights include more than just rants and raves. I’ll get back to posting some yummy recipes soon, promise. But for now, for this week, here are my thoughts…
1. Whenever I see a vehicle on the highway that has been abandoned I always have the same thought…where did they get the white SOS flag??? I mean really. I don’t have one of those in my car. Most people I know don’t. And I know most of those “flags” aren’t even flags at all, they’re really white t-shirts or rags, or shoot, pants even. But how does that work? Are you like, “welp, our car is a POS we gotta leave it, we need to fashion a flag…take off your white pants.”
2. Writing is therapeutic. I need these Thursday Things more than you realize. I recently spoke to someone who very graciously complimented my writing by saying she loved my voice and how honest I am. She said, “you really let the shadow in.” I had never heard that phrase before when it comes to writing. She explained that letting the shadow in is letting that voice in your head take over. Letting the shadow in is being able to sit with yourself and really listen to what your mind, body, and soul is saying. Shadows, just like thoughts and feelings can be rather scary. But just like anything else if you open yourself up to it, it’s not as scary anymore because it’s not so unfamiliar. Writing and expressing those “shadows” we hold, brings empowerment along with the understanding and familiarity we so desire. So thank you. Thank you for allowing me to have this space to let the shadow in.
3. Life is like a bag of sour patch kids…shocking, sour & tart but full of color and sweetness in the end.
4. Reaction; why do we play it out before it actually happens? What are we setting ourselves up for? What are we preparing ourselves for? Our we protecting ourselves or really creating more of an issue than was even there to begin with. Predicting someone’s reaction; helping or harming? What do you think?
5. Why Zebra’s Don’t Get Ulcers…. I wrote this post over a year and a half ago & it could not relate more to my life now. How interesting & what a good reminder…to myself.
6. Mosquitoes have it out for me. My O+ blood is their juice of choice. I have always, ALWAYS been hunted by these blood-sucker-truckers. Hang out with me outside & you’ll come out untouched. I am the perfect human form of a citronella candle because I keep the bugs away from everyone else. I currently have 37 bug bites. THIRTY SEVEN. Twenty-two of those are on my left leg alone. Seriously? What the fluff? I know they said the cicadas were going be awful this year but I think the mosquitoes are holding those buzzing fools hostage and taking over as the #1 nuisance themselves. Just when I stop peeling from sun damage, I can’t stop itching myself. Caaa-yooot.
7. Everyone has a dark side. For me that side is a place that is vulnerable, sensitive, full of anxiety, and emotion. The difference between people comes in the way to we choose to show that side and whom we choose to show it to. Years of trial and error, acceptance and understanding or reaction and rejection will start to formulate what you do with or who you show this dark side to. Do you only keep it for yourself and your spouse/partner/significant other? Do you only open it up to your inner circle of loyal friends and loving family? Or do you keep it completely to yourself so that you can be the one in control of the acceptance, understanding, reaction, and/or rejection. The path of rediscovering yourself involves asking yourself these questions. For years I’ve kept this dark side of insecurities to myself and covered with things or “capes” as my friend Glennon calls them. In her TED Talk she explains how we all have these “things” and we all put capes on to cover them because we live in world that expects us to be superheroes. But the truth is, it’s a lot harder to be Clark Kent then it is to be Superman. Not completely comparing myself to Superman, but I am truly guilty of trying to be the superhero. I’ve piled on layers and layers of capes to cover my dark side. The process of taking them off is kind of like peeling back layers of skin. And if you’ve ever had a bad cut that has turned into a bad scab you know it’s effing painful and only gets deeper before it gets better. But when you get down to the bottom or that place of healing and you can say without hesitation or question that you know who you are and what that entails…that superhero you were so invested in becoming starts to look like a fool in tights.