I’m not graceful or light on my feet. I’m not agile or athletic. I’m not able to spin or balance elegantly. I’m lucky I can walk a straight line. Hell, I’m lucky to be upright, most days. There is documented proof….unfortunately. Moving in any direction is awkward to me. One morning at bootcamp, one exercise involved walking like a duck carrying a kettle bell…that is, squat down as low as possible and walk. I couldn’t do that. My knees were not cooperating and I don’t think I have enough strength in my quads to pull that shit off. Oh, I tried, but failed miserably at it. Instead of a duck walk it was more like an old-lady-with-bad-knees-stumble. (New exercise! ) That’s okay. I crushed it at the split squats and the deadlift.
There are a lot of things I don’t do well. There are also a lot of things I do well. I’m also mediocre at some things and totally suck at others. I can’t do everything well and I don’t tear myself up about it. I attempt it, try to get better and move on. Days are too short to spend wallowing in any self-pity or self-deprecating shit. I have decided to kick the habit of putting myself down, and get in the habit of lifting myself up.
We all have those days where shit happens and whatever we seem to do, it just invariably goes wrong. We try to avoid running out of gas, but life gets in the way and we forget. We try to get to that deadline, but so many people needed us to do a million other things so that deadline came and went like yesterday’s lunch. Did we forget to eat that, too?
As women, we tend to think about everybody else instead of us. We put a million others and their needs in front of our own. It’s instinct. We are nurturers and we just put ourselves into the line of fire every fucking time. Ugh. We can’t help it. That’s how awesome we are.
Social media is a cesspool of body-shaming, name-calling anti-everything kind of shit-show that just needs a little bit of uplifting positivity now and then. We tend to take some things to heart, but we have to learn to ignore the bad and dwell on the good. When I see my FB feed and its inundated with negative crap about Trump and Hillary, or the latest celebrity divorce or how we NEED to be something other than who or what we are, I tend to retaliate with cute animal baby pics. It’s my go-to kind of cuteness that overrides any possible negative put-down one can throw. How can anybody hate a cute animal baby?!
There are ways to combat the ugly negatives and I suggest banning together and lifting each other up. Be a cheerleader. Be a motivator of wonderfulness…so awesome in the positive, that you repel the dark side and naturally attract light to you like moths to a flame, like metal to a magnet, like fingerprints to every damned wall in my house. (Ugh)
We get beaten down enough. Let’s lift each other up. Smile and be positive. Tell somebody she is awesome today…you may make someone’s day, week or year. You don’t know everybody’s story. Give them a smile and something to keep in their mind for the day, so when somebody tries to tear them down, they can go back to that smile or that positive remark and dwell on that for a while. It helps. Believe me. Even the smallest of remarks can make a difference. One night, I was returning to my house after a bit o’wine with friends. A neighbour happened to spot me on my way and commented on my new car. I said I was now ‘cool’. He said ‘You’ve always been cool. Don’t sell yourself short’. THAT was a small itty bitty remark that I keep. It made me smile. I also thought maybe he was a bit drunk, but take a compliment when one comes along! AND, it was valuable advice. Too many of us ‘sell ourselves short’. Stop that. Somebody around the corner might just think you’re ‘cool’, too.
No matter how off the cuff a remark is, it can be a big do-over for somebody.
Take care, stay positive and say something nice, will ‘ya?