- I gave a young friend a ride to an appointment today (she's nine). She was telling me about her day.
- Young friend: The recipe made lots more than I expected. Forty-five cookies! I left a dozen at home and am bringing the rest to share with the group.
- Me: That's nice of you.
- YF: Yeah. I think I'm going to tell my mom that I only made two dozen.
- Me: You're going to lie to your mom about how many cookies you baked?
- YF: Yes.
- Me: Why would you do that?
- YF: I don't want to worry her. She just had surgery, you know.
April 16, 2014
Grand reopening Sale at Royal Baubles starts Thursday 17th and goes through Sunday 20th of April. Coupon code SPR15OFF at checkout will get you a 15% discount!
PLUS REBLOG this now through Saturday for an opportunity to win your choice (11) of an assortment of baubles ($10-$15 value) including those pictured below:
One winner from pinterest and one from tumblr! Visit Royal Baubles on Etsy- for more artisan jewelery designs. SALE starts on 9am EST on Thursday April 17.
for the morning tumblr crowd! Reblog to win and coupon code for your followers!
Go Red Queen!
April 16, 2014
Hey teacher friends! Did you know you can get a free Basecamp account if you’re a teacher?
I use Basecamp for work and kind of love it.
April 15, 2014
For many years I accepted the idea that I was worthless. Then, it was a sign of strength to imagine that I wasn’t worthless, I was only broken. It took a major transformation of personal expectations, understanding, and even theology, for me to understand that I could be broken and amazing at the same time. There is great power in the wounded healer—the person who has scars and broken places and is also strong and caring.
That understanding got me through a lot and I’m not knocking it. But I’m tired of thinking of myself as broken just because I got the short end of the brain chemistry stick. And I do not want to spend a single ounce more energy on casting myself as the broken one because of the shit other people did to me, at me, on me, or against me. I’ve made mistakes and I’ve done stupid things and made bad choices. But those things don’t make me broken either. Those things just show that I’m a learning, living, human being. The human I want to be works to correct the mistakes and make better choices in the future.
I think a lot of the time, when we look at ourselves and see brokenness, it’s like a mirage. It offers a tantalizing explanation for the pain, sadness, fear, anxiety, and despair we feel. But really? Pull the curtain back on our brokenness and you see how much of our “brokenness” is actually evolutionary coping with radical abuse and violence. Which is REAL in our world, and requires coping.
Disordered eating? Agoraphobia? Depression? Anxiety? Cutting? Alcoholism? These are all things our brains do to us when we find ourselves in the very real and threatening world around us.
If I come across a large tree across a road, I am not broken because I can’t lift it—even if someone stronger than me could lift it by themselves. Needing help does not make me broken.
I’m not going to conclude that you are broken because someone or the world has been terrible to you and you have coped in the way you have. I’m not going to conclude that you are broken because you’ve made mistakes or bad choices. And I’m going to be as nice and as forgiving and as kind to myself as I am to you. I think we can all do better and be better and live healthier lives when we have the help we need.
I definitely understand the value in asserting that being broken is okay. But, personally, I’m leaving “broken” behind.
April 15, 2014