I feel a novella coming on … well maybe not. I hear tell 500 words or less is the average attention span. I will try and keep to that. Let the games begin!
Good morning world; what a glorious day! Saturday June 23rd, 2017 in the year of our Lord.
I’ve been thinking about stuff … lots of stuff.
Everyone knows that mi familia has been through some stuff.
To compensate, I remind myself with daily affirmations that our stuff is not bad … in the big scheme of things. Our stuff is minor in comparison what others are going through as I rattle off atrocities hitting the headline news. But … and it’s a BIG but … we can’t keep diminishing our feelings and sweeping things under the rug.
Stuff should NOT be bottled up and locked tightly away.
Heaven forbid we share our stuff because no one … and I mean no one REALLY (as opposed to falsely) wants to know about THAT!
Well a Pandora’s Box of stuff is about to fling open!
In fact, I could even make a new category!!! Oh how I love new categories. Bringing me such Glee or if my creativity doesn’t spark, these love notes will definitely be categorized as J-Dub’s Confessions.
More matter the category, the following is an example of the stigma one must overcome when sharing our stuff.
Friend across the aisle “I think it is terrible what was written about that poor woman, don’t you?”
Me: “My brother was an alcoholic; I wished I had said something back in the day. Too late for him, but maybe the daughter’s words will save someone else.”
Friend across the aisle “well yes, talk about it but … you know, keep the discussion in the family”
Me: “Secrets and shame are harmful. To me, WHY THE HELL NOT?!!!! ”
Far too many people would rather be ostriches burying their heads in the sand. Who knows why? Maybe they think “if I don’t talk about it, it will go away” or … motives are countless. The short of it is this, I have lost friends who could not deal with me talking about my stuff. I am older now and I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of me but for the next generation or anyone not in the same head space being denied an outlet is devastating. Speak people … SHOUT from the rooftops if you have to. We are here; we will listen. You are not alone.
As always, more to come.