Somebody pissed in my cheerios yesterday. If you are on my Facebook page, you are probably aware of that. I never really care what anyone’s faith is… if your religion makes you a kinder, more generous person, I consider it a good thing. You need me to feel like hell because I don’t sit in the same pew? I’m afraid that won’t be possible. These days, I place my faith in me… my own steadfastness and willingness to fight for what I believe to be good and righteous in this world. Miss Shannon usually wants to fight for women and children…the poor, the marginalized. We get a raw deal. As socially liberal, hippie dippy, do you, darlin’ as I am… I have to tell you an awful lot of the time we do it to ourselves.
Every day of your life you choose whether to let the voices in your head control your actions. Maybe that voice sounds like a parent, a romantic partner or some moment when you felt small. Some of us have an invisible yard stick that grew exponentially out of proportion. As long as you keep using that as your touch point, you will never measure up. So, why are you using it? OOOh… Aunt Jane (who you hate) says XYZ and it makes me feel horrible so it must be true. Say it out loud, because it’s going to sound just as idiotic. Somewhere along the way, these are ideas that were embedded into your psyche and they become the background music to which you live your life. You really want Aunt Jane in the driver’s seat?
Back to my thoughts about how we’re doing it to ourselves. I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days and I have a little list of things. We let the negative crap people have fed us our entire lives control how we approach life. Stop it. When I start off on a new venture, I’m usually terrified. I don’t want to fall on my face… at least partly because there are people in my life who would so enjoy it. You know what? When I opened daycare eight years ago, I was petrified. Somehow or another, it keeps working out. I’m in the preparation phase of a new venture and I am scared out of my mind. I’ve made up my mind to do it afraid. Maybe I’ll succeed, maybe I’ll thrill the special snowflakes in my life with a vast, costly failure. Holy cannoli, do I hope it’s that first one.
What’s the point, Miss Shannon??? The point is that you have to ignore all the reasons people have given you to fail and give it your best shot anyway. Everybody has a narcissist or two in their world. I have long said that when you are raised by wolves, you have two choices: You either mire on down in the muck or you rise above it. So what’s it gonna be? Is the fact that you are female or gay or some shade of brown going to keep you pigeonholed, or are you going to grow a set and try to realize your dreams?
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