Wield Your Weird.
Hello, sweet baby, lover of the universe, seeker, someone who has feelings about foie gras one way or the other (how did I know?)!
My late mother — who was beautiful and such a loving, overly-generous listener — had anxiety that always felt to me (because I could feel it) like an invisible bear, following her. It would cause her to walk too fast and a few times even fall down. One of those times, when I was a kid, my parents and I were picking up my homework from my elementary school’s office. My mom walked so fast to Mr. Collins' office and back I could tell when she returned to the car she had fallen. She even bloodied her front teeth — I could see from the backseat as she looked at herself in the passenger side make-up mirror. My father didn’t notice and she didn’t tell him. Because she rarely felt like she could share her truth.
My Mom not feeling like she could share her truth didn’t make her any less exquisite to me or anyone, but it has made me very aware of how important it is to express ourselves. And how the legacy of her I carry with me must be one of expression. (The overly-generous listener part of the legacy is one I'd rather let shrivel).
So for my mother and for everyone out there who has vulnerabilities I say let’s all express ourselves. I promise to always do it in love (with an occasional reference to dongs and/or doodie).
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I've done a lot of work and have gone to a lot of school (BS in Film and TV, MLA in English and American Lit and Language, MFA in Screenwriting) and would love to share with you what I've learned along the way (I'm not telling you this to brag but because grad school is expensive and I'm dishing mucho of this know-how for free). So definitely sign up below for continued goodness on how gain the confidence to express yourself and make your world creativity and self-care centered, the importance of telling your story (and how to do that), as well as tips and tricks on being a shower/grower, too.
PS. Did I mention I’m writing this while wearing a Skeletor costume?