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My Forgotten Soul in My Writings

I read blog post after blog post today. I was in search of ones that could illustrate my points for an upcoming big piece. And were these to be the story of someone I did not know, I may have cried for how beautiful the soul of the writer was. The rawness and gentle words of someone with knowledge that was won from grief and heartbreak. But they were my words so they didn’t have such an impact on me.

Why is it so hard to truly see ourselves as others do? Perhaps an initial giddiness when we are falling in love and then back to the set point we are used to. The pain and the recovery and the soul warming story of overcoming our awful obstacles are lost on us. Been there, done that. Moved on. But I refuse to toss myself aside so easily. Today I want to say I have said so much already in so many beautiful words that I know I am not finished talking. My Forgotten Soul in My Writings on Shalavee

And it is my sincerest hope that I will again fall in love with my story as a child does with theirs and I will know how to tell it to you so that you get the most out of it I can give. Meanwhile, I will keep writing like there’s no end in sight. Because there isn’t.

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The Tenacious Beauty of Youth

Before I actually called myself a writer, after the shut down of my shop, I was interviewing a woman writer about her decision to write and tenacity to seek work. She dumbfounded me when she told me she had friends who’d written a book in 9 days. Like some story of book creationism, the book had taken form and was born in a little over a week. Who knows if it was good but it was done. I couldn’t imagine that.

I was in a therapy session referring to the gumption and authoritative airs of a twenty something I had found almost ridiculous in their boasting of their accomplishment when my therapist noted, youth means you aren’t afraid yet. You haven’t fallen on your face yet. Your naiveté is your shield and I realized how true this was. This was the superpower that wrote that book. The Tenacious Beauty of Youth on Shalavee.com

The older you get, the more you know. And then you know too much. There was a study I heard of where the monkeys being studied were thwarted from climbing up a rope or poll by being squirted with a hose. And after a while, the monkeys stopped trying to climb it. And the next generation of monkeys didn’t even attempt to climb up the rope. The elders had made sure they understood that trying would be futile and would be punished. Even though the youngsters hadn’t experienced the negative outcome, they had been trained not to risk. Obviously not millennial monkeys.

So the combination of a lifetime of negative experiences garnered by risking and failing added into the collective understanding from our parents that risking is bad, has raised us to be fearful beyond what is reasonable. As if our attempts to express ourselves or rise above our self-appointed stations will end tragically. We will be shunned for being different and that is death.The Tenacious Beauty of Youth on Shalavee.com

I want that sense of invincibility from my youth back. That knowledge that everything will be OK whether or not what I want to have happen actually happens. Being impassioned enough about what I am doing and saying to let go of the outcome and be completely immersed in the process. I want to be fearsome with my belief that what I have to say will make a difference in the world my children will grow up in. Getting there.

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No Fair

I caught myself this past week being very unfair to me. The slight anxiety I was experiencing was proof that I was doing something in my head that wasn’t kind. When I asked what was at the bottom of this, I realized there were unrealistic expectations about both my body and my writing work that I had judged myself as inferior for not meeting.

I was accusing myself of not being productive or proactive enough with my blog/writing projects and not speedily getting back into shape after the weight gain of the holidays. But then I realized that I’m trying to hold myself to goals but I have yet to define their limits. No fair. No fair on Shalavee.com

So I need to step back first and ask, what am I interested in achieving and who is it for because if the answer isn’t “for me”, I’m finished before I start. When the goal I’ve set is for me and my betterment, then I can proactively plan out my steps to achieving the goal. And perhaps find a way to install some accountability to insure its completion.That’s the right way to read my mind and in a step succession that is fair.

I would never ask my kids to guess what I expect of them to do. As members of the household, I give them specific expectations about how they’re to help and to speak respectfully to me. And I reward them in kind. There shouldn’t be rules of kindness for them that are different from how I treat myself. It’s false to think that Mama mule will work harder and better when she never gets a break and doesn’t know what’s at the top of the hill she’s climbing. No fair on Shalavee.com

I have found that when you define what it is you expect of yourself and your children, then everyone feels a little more comfortable within those preset boundaries. And things feel a little more fair. Today I will set some short-term and long-term goals with some time limits and then I’ll know I can’t judge myself for not being in process. And I’ll start again anew as I always do.

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