Anger is to feel. Completely. Recognize it. Embrace it. Understand why. Learn from it. Don’t react, not yet. Instead, let it inspire you to act. And then release it in a safe way and let it go.
Completely.
Cool off.
And, then act.
With the anger experience in mind, but away from your system. Thinking about it clearly. Wisely.
Because anger is one of those emotions that is designed to be felt, to feel fueled by so it can inspire you to fight. For a cause, for your own interests, for yourself.
And when you get that, your anger no longer owns you; you own your anger.
That is when it gets easier to take the next step, to act with the right mind and heart set. With kind. Compassion. Deep breaths. Love. To yourself and others.
Although deep in my heart I know this is so true, also deeper in there somewheret I am still waiting for that person to do this trick.
I know: stupid me. But I can’t help thinking that this would be soooooo much easier (right?) and magical (maybe?) than figuring out all by myself. Yep, I am lazy. And currently tired. Of failing. Of being stuck. Of never getting there.
But still, in spite of it all, I can sense that sparkle in me that doesn’t let me give up. Ever. Even if nobody else is coming for the rescue. I know I am enough. And that person I see in the mirror every single day will get there. Eventually.
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I personally agree. I believe that every thing we do, speak, think… every behave we have towards another person tells something about ourselves. And we should listen to it.
And I also believe that every thing that bugs us regarding the other is something we need to work on ourselves more than anything. Not necessarily because we are alike that feature in particular but because there is some thing in there that needs to be addressed at some level. What? Only digging, dealing with it will tell.
And my mother has been a good one. Not perfect, but a perfect good one. With her ups and downs, getting things right and making some mistakes, she has been the best mom she could possible have been to me. And I am very grateful for that. I am grateful to her for all the lessons, all the support, all the love that in her way she has given to me. Truly.🙏
I am not a mother myself for my own choice, so I will never know what the motherhood experience is all about but I know one thing for sure: if I were a mother I would have been just like her, with my ups and downs, with my rights and wrongs doings in my way of always trying to do my best for my kids. Maybe with a different set of ups and downs, correctness and mistakes but still… ups and downs, correctness and mistakes…
Because mothers are not super heroes, although some times and in certain occasions they seem that way.
But they are not. They are humans, just like us, who gave us this amazing gift called life, with strengths and flaws, doing their very best to help us become the best version of ourselves. And that should be enough to love them unconditionally. Even when their love doesn’t seem unconditional. Sometimes fear and their own humanity can cloud that. Because, as I said, they are humans, just like us. And they are doing the best they can at that moment. And we should acknowledge it and always have that in mind. Because if we do, unconditional love it is for all our mothers.
And that is the best gift we can all give to them. And for anyone for that matter.
Well, according to this article on The Atlantic, yes, the Instagram aesthetic is over. Or about to be. At least, there is a trend that is starting to get shape among Millennials (who else?) who are seeking to portray in their Instagram feeds a more real deal life.
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To be honest, as I said in a previous post I don’t think that is the case just yet. All I see out there, at least among the most followed and liked people/brands is beautiful, perfect, super produced photos. A totally insta life. That is still what people in general seem to gravitate to. Instagram remains a window to scape from their own reality, a dreamy station. Just like Fashion magazines used to be and still are for those who keep on buying and reading them. I confess: I am not one of them. Although sometimes I have a look here and there at the stand or bookstore to see what is going on. Yep, pretty much the same.
I just hope that this new trend sticks and grows up to the point that actually offers another aesthetic option that is followable. Something to refresh the air over there. Because visually, it can tire you up.
A lot.
And yes, I am still over there. Struggling to find my visual voice, taking horrible selfies, very uncomfortable when posing, still clueless about lighting, having no idea how to put on some interesting stories… yep, failing highly over there. If you want to follow my Insta ordeal, here is my handler @fabafter47M
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