TALKING BADLY TUESDAY

Oh, to be human can cause us such miseries. It’s how I experience life. I have to remember that I am talking for myself only. To punish myself and feel worse, I judge myself for my humanity. That is part of being human, too. So pardon me for speaking out, breaking the taboo of airing my dirty laundry. I’m not British. I don’t have that stiff upper lip. The thing is, I’m Chinese. We like to ‘save face.’ We don’t talk about ‘private matters’. At least my mother and her generation doesn’t. I am not made of sterner nor noble stuff like that. I am unable to harbour all this ‘stuff’ inside. It’s toxic to my soul. I have to vent.

Brene Brown has done much important work on human connections. Her TED Talk on the power of vulnerability is powerful. I was quite blown away when I first watched it. I had hoped that it would strike a chord within all of us to open up, be vulnerable and share. I don’t think I have that problem. My problem could be the opposite. Maybe I shared too much. I was so busy doing that I had no time, or maybe it was I never gave other people an opportunity to do their sharing. I found myself quite taken back later, like years, that I had been in the dark – without a match, without a clue.

You can imagine the hurt I felt. I spilt my gut, my innards bleeding on the sidewalk but you/they kept mum. My mother would have found that admirable. But I can only talk it out -badly. Isn’t it what they all tell you to do? Get it out! Hash it out! Not too many people I know do though. Are you surprised? I’m not. I’ve learned it from experience. Am I disappointed? No. That’s how we are. Well, it’s not really how I am but I am learning to be that way. I’ll let you know if it is a better way. You know what they say. The less said, the better.

THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

It’s Thursday.  I had a day of rest yesterday from writing but I’m back today with Friday Fictioneers.  We make up stories of 100 words or so to a photo prompt.  As you must know by now, we are hosted by the gracious Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Here’s my 100 words.  I hope they are worthy of your attention.  

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

She was at crossroads.  She surveyed the situation.  She had tried.  Even read Brene Brown’s Daring Greatly.  It was a steep climb and a slippery slope.  If she fell….

Oh, the pain!  She shuddered and shook her head.  Not going there, she muttered under her breath.  She paced.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Yes!  No!  Yes again.

Did she have what it takes?  Was she a coward, hiding behind her nonchalence?  Why take risks?  She could hurt herself.  She could be humiliated.

Exhausted, she sat down.  She had to do it.  She had to write even if she fails.

 

from Brene Brown.com

from brenebrown.com

 

 

DIGGING DEEP – FITS AND STARTS

unravelling_300pxIt’s December 31, the last day of the year.  I am still working on Suzannah Conway’s Unravelling the Year Ahead.  I’m doing it in fits and starts.  I’m unsettled and restless. It’s difficult to unravel the past year, to take inventory, to face the numbers.

  • Was it a good year?  Did the good outweight the bad?
  • Was I happy?
  • Did I make any progress?

 

The hardest question to answer was this one:

Describe your favourite day, moment or occasion of 2014 in words and pictures. What did it taste like? Smell like? Sound like? Who was (or wasn’t) there? Where were you? What were you doing? What was awesome about it? And most importantly, how did you FEEL?

It’s not easy to answer when you don’t know yourself at all. I’ve spent most of my life being for other people. It’s not anyone else’s fault except for my own unconsciousness. Do you know that it is much easier to be there for others than for yourself? I had not known this till this very minute as the words fall from my fingertips.  It’s a funny thing, right?  Why? Who knows.  Maybe it is that vulnerability thing that Brene Brown talks about.

IMG_6003I never saw myself.  It’s no wonder that it’s difficult to know my favourite moment or occasion of 2014.  I had to put aside my lazy bone and dig deep and do the work. Nothing came for a day or two.  But today, I’m remembering and feeling.  Lake Havasu in February was pretty damn nice.  The arid landscape and desert air proved to be wonderful for body and spirit.

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It’s January 1, 2015.  Looking within myself is hard work as you can tell.  I had abandoned my post yesterday, interrupted by New Year’s Eve.  It was hard to dig underneath the surface to unearth the layers beneath.  What was it that I loved about Arizona? Perhaps I should leave it for another day.

IMG_1628_4In the meantime, I realize last night is another favourite and last moment of 2014. I am so happy that I made the effort to make it happen.  What better way to bring in the new year than with champaign from France and with people you love?  The pop of the cork. the lovely bubbles tumbling from bottle into glasses, filled me with memories of love and families.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ONE AND ALL

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