One side of the mushroom
I’ve fallen behind on Lorelle’s blogging challenges, so I thought I’d attempt to take care of two at the same time, since they’re related.
She first asked everyone to write about a time when they felt big. For me, that would probably be a couple of years ago when I was really in the groove of working on my jewelry. People were reading the blog and loving it. I was interviewed about the blog, and occasionally about the jewelry. I was invited to write a sidebar for a book on blog marketing. It was kind of fun.
Unfortunately, everyone loved the blog and not my “edgy” jewelry. My schedule at work become so crazy that I was forced to pare down my activities. The jewelry shop and the blog both were among the casualties. (I’m giving the jewelry another shot, so if you’d like to at the very least help me move what inventory I have, you can visit my shop. I have a ton of pieces, but I’m adding them very slowly, more because of restraints on my free time than anything else.)
Lorelle then asked us to write about a time when we felt small. Heh. With me, pick a day. Any day. If I’m not feeling small then I’m either feeling invisible or wishing I was invisible. Especially lately. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that when trouble strikes in my life…it comes down in buckets. For example, take this past weekend. We’ve discovered that the keys to my old car have vanished (I’m trying to find the time to clean up the car and sell it, but it hasn’t happened yet. Even worse, someone who was recently kicked out of the house tried not too long ago to sell that car without saying a word to me. Thankfully, I have the title.) Then a friend of mine suddenly decided he no longer has any clue who I am. This came right on the heels of an acquaintance telling me how wonderful I am, and how proud she is of me…only to then do something to remind me that she’s done something very hurtful to me. My roommate’s cat has decided my bed is his new litter box. eHow lost the draft of an article I wrote last week. And regardless of what I do, I can’t convince my computer to download Saturday’s GX episode without doing something wonky to either the file or the computer.
So right now, I’m a little bit full of the “Life sucks” cheer.
Oh, yeah. It’s also February. The source of nearly every single major low point in my life (which I’m not willing to discuss here).
Regardless of whether it’s a high point or a low point, I really think it’s all about what you do in between that really matters.
February 11th, 2008 at 8:19 am
Well one, though your “small” story sounds like a “day in the life” of me and many others.
Feeling “small” is a moment when you are at the lowest point of lack of self-respect, humiliated, and crushed beneath feet larger than yours. Luckily, it doesn’t last, but it does make us stronger and wiser or crushes us to death.
The rest of the lost-keys, selfish people, and computer glitches are recoverable. Small moments are burned into our flesh.
Hang in there. We all go through these moment and survive. It gets better, especially as you get older and wiser and more bruised by the small and tedious down day moments.
February 11th, 2008 at 8:32 am
I know it seems fairly routine and unimportant, but honestly, I’ve found that strings of these “unimportant small days” do leave an impact. It’s that impact that I often use to help pull my students and anyone I coach through their own funks.