Herstory In the Making

A short movie about the last 20 plus years of my life, according to my hair. There’s music, so please adjust your sound. If you want.

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Should You Care What Other People Think?

Who's pulling your strings or controlling your life?

Do you care what other people think about you? I asked a few people this question and they said they don’t care what other people think. Well actually they said they don’t give a rat’s *** what people think, but I was putting it nicely.

Sometimes it seems like the attitude today, and not just from the younger generation, is: I’ll do what I please and if you don’t like it, then you can shove it. Some people like to believe that they live in their own world and nothing they do affects anyone. There is more concern about self and less concern about others.

Then there are the people pleasers who spend too much time caring what others think about them. They don’t live their life based on their thoughts, but on the opinions and approval of others. They thrive and need acceptance from others to feel validated as a person. I was reading something that said this need is like a drug, “it’s so addictive that most people will not give it up – they will keep looking for approval because the hit is so intense.”

“The price of the approval drug is freedom – the freedom to be ourselves.”

Personally I don’t care what others think about me, most of the time people get it wrong anyway, but I do care how I am perceived. That means I’m okay with being weird (or being different) I can contently dance to the beat of my own drum, but if someone thinks I’m a horrible person, then we need to talk. I do care about my character, who I am as a person.

My question to you is: Where, and how, do you draw the line on how much influence and control you give other people. The comment section is open for your participation.

Michael Miles, the author of Thirty Days to Change Your Life, for Free said that we should “live our life by means of a set of values – not values imposed from the outside by others, but innate values which come from within. If we are driven by these values and not by the changing opinions and value systems of others, we will live a more authentic, effective purposeful and happy life.”

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Sentimental Value

Is there anything in your home that you absolutely would not get rid of because it has sentimental value? I’m not talking about irreplaceable family heirlooms, but about stuff that can be replaced with a similar item or not at all. Why am I asking?

I love to watch Clean House, that’s the show that cleans up a cluttered home by getting rid of stuff people don’t use or need. What surprises me about the people on the show is how attached they are to their stuff. Stuff they are not using and that’s buried under more stuff. The clean house crew literally has to pry items from their hands. People cry. I’m thinking what’s the problem, get rid of it! Now it’s possible I could be missing my sentimental gene, so I tested out my theory by walking around my place to see if there was anything I could not part with…….

The result?

I ended up putting mental price tags on everything! I don’t feel any emotional or sentimental attachment to this stuff. I have furniture, possible antiques, given to me from a relative, but if I had to sell it, without a second thought, it would be soooo gone.

So to tap into my sentimental gene, I have my daughter making a patchwork quilt with clothing from me, her dad and some of her old clothing. We’ll be collecting patches of clothing from other family members as well. Maybe when she’s done, I’ll start feeling sentimental about something, but for right now, my sentimental gene is MIA. I probably sold it at a garage sale. Just recently I asked my mother to bequeath her china that belonged to my father’s aunt to me because it’s a beautiful set and I would use it, but everything can’t have sentimental value, can it?

Please tell me I’m not the only one, are you the sentimental type? Is there anything in your home you would not part with because of its sentimental value?

What Does It Mean…

What does it mean when your mother calls, asks you for your email address (she has it in her contacts) and you tell her it’s your initials, your birth date @whatever.com and she gets it wrong! She repeated it back to me and gave me the wrong answer and I’m like “Mom, how can you get this wrong?” I thought I was giving her an easy to remember formula and I get the pregnant pause like I just asked her a final Jeopardy answer. Now I’m thinking, just tell me if I was adopted, it would explain so much.

I pride myself on knowing things about my friends and family, middle names, birthdays, anniversaries. I like “knowing” people and I like when people know me well enough to remember certain things about me. It tells me that you are just as interested in me as I am about you. Okay, I don’t remember phone numbers too well unless it’s one I have to memorize, but I know some people well enough to have an entire conversation with just my eyes. How do you feel about your friends or family remembering facts about you or are we all excused from remembering anything because everything is remembered for us?

I’m calling my mother back later this evening. Hi Mom, I have a question for you. What is my birth year, minus the time I was born, divided by four times two. If she gets it wrong, I will know for sure she’s hiding something. With my history, she will probably ask which one of “her” kids am I.

Writer’s Breakfast

This morning was met with much excitement in our home. Today my daughter and her peers read their published books in front of the class and parents. The children were free to write about whatever, many wrote about their dreams, some read poems they had written, others spoke about trips they had taken to Africa and one read about Passover.

It was nice meeting parents that I have not met before and great seeing the parents I already knew. One parent commented on how well my daughter reads and boy, does that make me feel good! Although when it was her time to read, she didn’t read loud enough and I’m standing in the back wanting to give hand signals to direct her. Sit up. Enunciate your words. Speak louder. Hold your book up when you read. Maintain audience contact. Of course, I didn’t gesture my thoughts to her, that was just my 20 plus years of public speaking experience thinking out loud. I thought she, as well as the other children, did great reading in front of an audience. That’s not such an easy thing to do, I still get nervous.

After they were done reading their books, we had a light breakfast and chatted with the other parents and kids. At least once a month, I take some time off from work to doing something in her class, whether it be for show-and-tell or reading with the other kids, I think it’s important to be there. Nothing compares to the return I get on my investment, the joy on her face: Priceless.