Posts Tagged ‘life lessons’

There is so much negativity in the world, so much abuse of power by those who are placed in positions of trust as well as sad and heinous acts, that sometimes my problems feel tiny in comparison. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t feel personal sadness or despair when betrayed by loved ones, when shunned for life choices, or when I’ve been stomped on by people who believe it’s their right in life to do so because of a position of power.

However, all is not lost. I’m working on taking back that “power” that I unintentionally gave away when I allowed others to set the tone of my emotions! How? Short of illegal acts (kidding! Only a little but staying in the clear because I don’t want to be traded for “favors” in jail!), I am working on focusing my emotions on positivity and creativity so that I can acknowledge what I’m feeling and not build resentment towards my own emotions. Emotions are emotions, (deep statement, I know, I know, LOL) but I truly believe that when we ignore our emotions or when we fight them, we give the bastards power; power to plant seeds from which the seeds grow roots in your mind.

I think it was Churchill who said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going”, meaning you have to go through it to get over it. Or something along those lines…

So if I can just get through thesr emotions with the initial stings and blows, I believe I will be that much stronger to take in the positive experiences and in return, share that positive, optimistic energy with others.  Being a better me seems to always be the best way to make and form great relationships with not only others, but with myself. While I may temporarily forget this, I’m reminded of it every time I take the plunge to try new venturess and take chances, stand up for what I believe in, and above all, when I remember to love and appreciate myself.

So here’s to hoping that as humans, we’ll find the good in the bad, share kindness even when it’s not afforded to us, share light, love, and acceptance wherever we are, even when the prejudice, bigotry and hate rain down on us. Maybe we’ll be that random, beautiful flower that albeit, a little scraggly in appearance, grows from the busted up concrete cracks on a dilapidated and dirty city street, no matter how many boots tread on it every single day.

Own your power, your emotions – good and not so good, and above all, be kind to yourself and each other. We’re all just trying to get through, and maybe even excel at this thing called life.

I wrote a new poem about a piece of what’s been bugging me. If you’re interested in reading it, let me know via email or comments (here or any of my social media accounts such as Facebook, Twitter, Vine, etc) and I’ll send you the password to unlock the view to it.

Love,
Natasha

Advertisements

There is so much negativity in the world, so much abuse of power by those who are placed in positions of trust as well as sad and heinous acts, that sometimes my problems feel tiny in comparison. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t feel personal sadness or despair when betrayed by loved ones, when shunned for life choices, or when I’ve been stomped on by people who believe it’s their right in life to do so because of a position of power.

However, all is not lost. I’m working on taking back that “power” that I unintentionally gave away when I allowed others to set the tone of my emotions! How? Short of illegal acts (kidding…only a little but staying in the clear because I don’t want to be traded for “favors” in jail!), I am working on focusing on my emotions as I just go through and acknowledge what I’m feeling. Emotions are emotions, (deep statement, I know, I know, LOL) but to ignore our emotions and to fight them is to give the bastards power; to allow them to plant seeds and grow roots in your mind.

I believe it was Churchill who said, “If you’re going through hell, keep going”, meaning you have to go through it to get over it…Or something along those lines.

So if I can just get through the emotions with the initial stings and blows, I believe I will be that much stronger to take in the good, positive experiences, and in return, share that positive, optimistic energy with others.  Being a better me seems to always be the best way to make and form great relationships. While I may temporarily forget this, I’m reminded of it every time I take the plunge to try new venturess and take chances, stand up for what I believe in, and above all, when I remember to love and appreciate myself.

So here’s to hoping that as humans, we’ll find the good in the bad, share kindness even when it’s not afforded to us, share light, love, and acceptance wherever we are, even when the prejudice, bogotry and hate rain down on us. Maybe we’ll be that random, beautiful flower that grows from the busted up concrete cracks on a dilapidated and dirty city street, no matter how many boots tread on it every single day.

Own your power, emotions and above all, be kind to yourself and each other. We’re all just trying to get through, and maybe even excel at this thing called life.

I’ve been excited about hearing from, and possibly reconnecting with a few people I haven’t seen or talked to in quite some time. I’m not talking about a few months or years, either. I didn’t even know if these folks were alive and if so, where they’d be located in the world! So what’s stopping me from calling, emailing or getting together for a reunion? I don’t know. What’s worse is that I don’t know if I really want to reconnect or if I like the idea of knowing they’re alive, and out there doing well.

I’m wondering if this reluctance to leave a part of myself that is more than 15-20 years old in the past, selfish or a self-saving? I don’t talk about it often but there were quite a few bad memories and some things that go bump in the night that still give me nightmares. Yes, random nightmares 20 years later! Don’t judge – my subconscious mind likes to eff with me big time on some days. That can’t be a good thing, huh? Anyway, I wonder if the hesitance to reconnect will stir that memory pot even more. I’m thinking it will.

Maybe it’s like scent memory. You know how you smell something like a warm chocolate chip cookie with peanut butter baking, a mouth-watering set of comfort food like homemade chicken and dumplings, or a fragrance that smells like your mom’s perfume – something you’d smell everyday when she came home from work and hugged you…and those scents immediately transport your mind and body (temporarily) back to that place? Or, it could be a horrible scent like bleach that removed blood stains, or antiseptic rinses used to clean and nurse bruises. Yeah, scents get a bad rep – we either love them or loath the scent? So yeah, I’m thinking it’ll be just like that – a wonderful euphoric loving or a desolate and desecrating loathing. And as with any good loathing, nightmares and bad memories will feel more privy to setting up shop in your mind and just working you over. The events could feel so much fresher.

I know this may mean that I’m scared and haven’t truly ‘fessed up to the bumps in the night, nor to the array of bad memories but I honestly don’t think I’m ready to do that. And you know what…? I may never be ready to go there. Besides, who’s gonna make me??! Ha! But all joking aside, I do feel a little crappy about shying away from reconnecting and from catching up with others who were not responsible for the bumps in the night. Their sins were merely by association – offspring of, siblings of, and witnesses to many of the bumps.

So maybe I’m using my self-preservation and sanity retention as excuses but I think that’s my prerogative. And hey, who knows, maybe I’ll change my mind somewhere down the road. Then, maybe the reconnection will go smoothly and I won’t have to worry about any bogeymen. Maybe all of this worrying will be for nothing. But who knows? I won’t…at least not yet.