Some inspo for your weekend today. This one tears me up every time. And you know what’s even more glorious? I actually know that I have friends who would – and have – rush to my rescue like this, to support me through dark times. If you’re one of those friends, THANK YOU. I love you wholeheartedly <3 <3 I am one super lucky human bean.
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Happy Easter! Here in Aus it’s a four-day long weekend, which is fabulous, so I’m enjoying the extra time with family 🙂
One of my junior classes has just started their poetry unit for the year, so I’ve been trawling through YouTube vids for all my poet-y favourites. There are some seriously amazing spoken-word poets around, and I highly encourage you to lose an afternoon trawling for them through YouTube 😉
Sarah Kay is a good place to start. Enjoy 🙂
There are good people in the world. There are strong people in the world. There are knowledgeable, informed, active people in this world, and they are doing good things. And if we just keep being positively rebellious and rebelliously positive, every little thing will be okay. Trust David Tennant: he’s a Doctor.
I did something useful, even though it was a very small thing. It wasn’t like I brought peace to the world or anything. I just kept some people from killing each other for a little while. I was useful. It felt good.
Nothing I did will last. Omar will live the rest of his life without his parents. The killing will keep on going.
But in that little place, for those little moments, I actually did something good.
Context is everything.
Deborah Ellis, The Cat At The Wall
So this is totally random, but I was browsing back through my YouTube lists thinking about school (I have a bunch of things saved on there in lists for various classes I teach) and I found this TV commercial, which is up there with my favourite for 2016. I found it to be super body-positive and inspiring, so I thought I’d share :3
What commercials have you seen in 2016 that you actually enjoyed? Please share in the comments!! 🙂
Sometimes I read back over things I’ve written, and man, I was so wise! And then I realise that actually I must be pretty stupid, because if I can have learned this lesson once, then why does it need relearning again, and again, and over and over and over again?
Last week, when I wrote up that post about my fesking gallbladder, I happened to stumble across an old post of mine that held this:
Sometimes, when it feels like you are drowning, all you really have to do is stand up.
I am such a drama queen sometimes. Not out there, out loud, out where you guys can all see it (internet and in person I mean), but inside, in my head. MAN I am a drama queen. There are weeks when every. little. thing. just feels so goddamn important that I forget how to breathe, how to move. Every choice is fraught, every decision agony, every moment imbued with import and solemnity that far outweighs the consequences of its time.
Seriously: Drama. Queen.
It seems to me that I have been doing a lot of drowning lately, when really all I had to do was stand up. Yeah, life’s not been a big ol’ bucket of roses, but you know what? It pretty much never is. And it hasn’t exactly been a tub of stinking manurepoop either, so you know. Worms? Maybe. But you can make damn fine compost with worms, so whatever. Stand up, woman. Put your big girl panties on, quit kicking and screaming that the world isn’t falling neatly into alignment around you, and go DO something. MAKE something. Feed that piece of your soul that knows how to live no matter what the circumstances, that part of you that lives and laughs and dances with delight in the sunshine just because, because the sun is warm and shiny and pretty and here and it’s now, now, NOW, and now is glorious because it’s here, it’s alive, let’s celebrate. Stand up, ignore the water sloshing around your knees (or hips or waist or chest), or if you can’t, at least notice the way the swirling depths catch the sunlight, the way the colours run together like liquid silk reflecting back the sky, radiating out their sense of infinite mystery, swirls and patterns dancing around you in one great big celebration of what it means to be human, and now, and alive. Breathe the sweet air around you that, even though it might stink of the water that’s pulling you down, still holds breath and life enough for this moment. Feed the pieces of your soul that matter. Feed the pieces of your soul that sing. Dance with the waves that hold you.
Stop complaining that your feet are wet. Stand up, right now, and sing. You’re alive, woman, so damn well act like it.
What you consider a compliment is different to what other people consider a compliment. But there are distinct patterns to the kinds of compliments we prefer, and they seem to align pretty neatly with our personality types (for self-evident reasons?). Head over and find out what the ultimate compliment for each personality type is.