Little by little I understood why it all felt overwhelming, I realized how we are all connected and how there is no each one of us. There is just us. I was mad, I cried, I remembered and I … exhaled.
Little by little I understood why it all felt overwhelming, I realized how we are all connected and how there is no each one of us. There is just us. I was mad, I cried, I remembered and I … exhaled.
And one day, in my twenties (the roaring 20’s), I created and believed the narrative that displaying a positive attitude, joy and gusto is dangerous. That it creates expectations in others that are unsustainable.
Based on the reactions of people around me, mostly men, I have always believed I am too much. I have always gone inside myself to criticize reactions I have, be them crying or laughing too hard, hugging someone I just met, telling something like it is, speaking too much or giving someone the look, the cold shoulder or the finger.
How would you react to the person in front of you, what would you think about them and their actions if you were told by THE authority you believe in without question that this person is doing the very best they can with what they have in this particular moment?
The Universe is such a party pooper sometimes, offering us precisely what we ask for. And potentially what is good for us. Many, many moons
I still hear the knock of the “superwoman” complex trying to call the shots when I have a hard time shutting my computer at the actual end of the work day, switching into a different mode at home, resting, doing nothing, speaking up about what I want (or don’t). It is an almost palpable effort to go against that current.
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