I will not hang my head,
Walk sheepishly into any room,
Slink and slouch to be unnoticed.
I will not make myself small,
Cover my heart,
Avert my eyes.
I am immune to the outside forces,
To the boxes,
To the labels.
I am too strong,
Too brave for those.
I know my truth,
I stand firmly,
In the light.
A little on being human and owning your shit…
Context: I’m not having a great week…not feeling like the shiniest version of myself these days (my former students will smile at that part).
Situation: I go to the post office this morning to mail off some things. One of the items is fragile. The woman waiting on me suggests I use a different packaging option than the bubble-wrap mailer I used and already addressed. She says that 70-pound boxes could be stacked on top and that I might want to use a box so my package doesn’t get damaged.
My reaction: I get frustrated. I audibly sigh (and I HATE sighing). I stomp over to the shipping box options. I’m snippy with her as she is trying to HELP me. I reluctantly take a box down from the shelving and stomp back over to her counter. I start addressing the box, sighing a bit more. And then it hits me.
Aha: I’m being an asshole to her. And my asshole-ness has nothing to do with her and everything to do with me.
My response: I stop writing the address. Look up and into this woman’s eyes and say, “I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you. I’m not in a good mood and I got snippy with you. I’m really sorry. I know you are trying to help me.”
Her response: “Thank you. And I understand.”
We went on to have a nice conversation. As two human beings. As two people in an ordinary situation that could have left us both feeling pretty crappy. And instead, I worked to pause, take a breath, and own my shit.
Here’s to being human and catching ourselves in it so we can respond and not react. Big love to you, friends. xoxo
Today, let’s muster up all we can to focus on love. To fill our hearts and minds and souls with so much love for ALL BEINGS EVERYWHERE, and then to radiate that out in every breath we take. We know, in the deepest way of knowing, that love is always the answer and the path. Love wins.
this mermaid is being called,
pulled by the ocean.
she sees the emeralds,
and it feels like home.
she aches to dive in,
feel the familiar,
the tide against her flesh,
her hair fan out in the waves.
yet, her gills feel inconsequential,
not quite developed.
or more apt, not quite regrown.
she wants to swim,
to delve deep again.
but she is still too much…human.
but, it’s coming,
that old knowing,
rebirthed into a greater truth.
and the ocean will rush to greet her return…
I had the pleasure to share my story at Lincoln’s True Stories Live this past weekend. If you have heard of The Moth, you have an idea of what this storytelling event is like. The theme for the evening was “The One that Got Away.” I feel grateful to have had the opportunity to stretch my comfort zone, stand in my truth, and share my story. You can check it out here…
Warrior on, friends. xoxo