Am I done talking about fashion yet? Not sure, we'll see.
Now that I'm mostly over the first day of fashion blog jitters, I can officially say this blog is more difficult than that blog. Easier and faster and less scary. I'm still scared of this blog sometimes. I feel like it's too big for me, or maybe I grow to fit it sometimes, but then I have to grow again because it always grows faster than me.
I watched an interview with Elizabeth Gilbert this week, the author of Eat, Pray, Love, and at one point she is talking about how, while she was in India, she learned to quiet the noise in her mind. She said that like most people, she has running critics in her head telling her what she can and can't do and freaking out about stuff. Previous to India, she always felt the critics were like important judges on a stand with a gavel sentencing her. But while there, she gained a wider view and saw these critics and anxious voices more like children throwing fits in the back of a van while a mother drives and hushes them saying, everything is fine, just calm down.
I wrote about bullying a long time ago, and I'm not sure how clear I made myself in that post, but essentially I was saying just that. Whether the voices are in your head or outside of you it is the same thing. What if we imagined all those bullying voices as two year olds?
Once a bully becomes a judge on a stand, he can say the most benign things and it can be interpreted as hurtful, simply because we are expecting to be hurt by this powerful being sent to condemn us. When in reality, he is a dirty-diapered, two-year-old testing his power.
The problem with bullying starts with the voices in our heads, how we talk to ourselves and how we interpret those messages. Are they really hurtful? Are they important?
I can't help but think that all these anti-bullying campaigns are looking at the wrong problem and won't make any difference. I could have used this knowledge back in the day. Sigh. Too bad I'm not standing on a box somewhere, shouting all this.
Now that I'm mostly over the first day of fashion blog jitters, I can officially say this blog is more difficult than that blog. Easier and faster and less scary. I'm still scared of this blog sometimes. I feel like it's too big for me, or maybe I grow to fit it sometimes, but then I have to grow again because it always grows faster than me.
I watched an interview with Elizabeth Gilbert this week, the author of Eat, Pray, Love, and at one point she is talking about how, while she was in India, she learned to quiet the noise in her mind. She said that like most people, she has running critics in her head telling her what she can and can't do and freaking out about stuff. Previous to India, she always felt the critics were like important judges on a stand with a gavel sentencing her. But while there, she gained a wider view and saw these critics and anxious voices more like children throwing fits in the back of a van while a mother drives and hushes them saying, everything is fine, just calm down.
I wrote about bullying a long time ago, and I'm not sure how clear I made myself in that post, but essentially I was saying just that. Whether the voices are in your head or outside of you it is the same thing. What if we imagined all those bullying voices as two year olds?
Once a bully becomes a judge on a stand, he can say the most benign things and it can be interpreted as hurtful, simply because we are expecting to be hurt by this powerful being sent to condemn us. When in reality, he is a dirty-diapered, two-year-old testing his power.
The problem with bullying starts with the voices in our heads, how we talk to ourselves and how we interpret those messages. Are they really hurtful? Are they important?
I can't help but think that all these anti-bullying campaigns are looking at the wrong problem and won't make any difference. I could have used this knowledge back in the day. Sigh. Too bad I'm not standing on a box somewhere, shouting all this.