Subscribed to Pinkubator. Can fully understand your anger. Sometimes outrage is my finest source of energy. I'm convinced that it took me forever to accept myself because I also grew up with the Gen X doctrine of "Be pleasant, men don't like you when you're complicated and needy". Needy as in HAVING NEEDS. A lifetime of autoimmune illness woke me up enough to stop declaring war on myself. I also don't come off as an angry person, but expressing anger, frustration, sadness is normal and healthy. When people eye roll me about babies crying on the airplane, I tell them "they're just expressing their frustration in a way we all would if it were socially acceptable" Because babies are telling you that being in a pressurized tube packed with strangers sucks nuts. They're too young to realize this what we have to do to see Grandma or whatever. Thanks for the reminder to stay in touch with your emotions regardless of your hardwired settings. Love + hugs.
Hi Ally. Thank you. I, too, rage like only a GenX woman can, and much like many it spills over in sardonic commentary made soft around the edges with witticisms and winks.
I don't believe I've broken any dams, but I fervently hope I've been that rainy day, the kind they didn't predict, that extra hard rain they hoped wouldn't come because the water level was so near the top and the spillway is still under repair, so they're scared it can't handle the overflow. They know the controls in place are insufficient and they're terrified we know that, too.
I think, that on occasion and in retrospect, I've been the leaf on the surface that displaces just enough to commence the fall.
I want to be part of the flood that washes away the incomprehensible bullshit, the attacks on people and who they love, the terror our neighbors are feeling, the denial of our bodily autonomy, the way we cannot walk safely through the world. I want to see the world shiny and new the day after, everything wet and sparkly and green and wild. One rainy day at a time, one lightning storm at a time, whatever it takes xo
Subscribed to Pinkubator. Can fully understand your anger. Sometimes outrage is my finest source of energy. I'm convinced that it took me forever to accept myself because I also grew up with the Gen X doctrine of "Be pleasant, men don't like you when you're complicated and needy". Needy as in HAVING NEEDS. A lifetime of autoimmune illness woke me up enough to stop declaring war on myself. I also don't come off as an angry person, but expressing anger, frustration, sadness is normal and healthy. When people eye roll me about babies crying on the airplane, I tell them "they're just expressing their frustration in a way we all would if it were socially acceptable" Because babies are telling you that being in a pressurized tube packed with strangers sucks nuts. They're too young to realize this what we have to do to see Grandma or whatever. Thanks for the reminder to stay in touch with your emotions regardless of your hardwired settings. Love + hugs.
Eileen you are one of the people I recommended to write a piece for pinkubator for exactly this comment. I hope you and C will talk! 🔥🔥🔥❤️🔥
We're talking! I'm slowly getting back up to speed. Plenty of opinions percolating....
🤗 What a gorgeous share. Thank you, Eileen!
Hi Ally. Thank you. I, too, rage like only a GenX woman can, and much like many it spills over in sardonic commentary made soft around the edges with witticisms and winks.
I don't believe I've broken any dams, but I fervently hope I've been that rainy day, the kind they didn't predict, that extra hard rain they hoped wouldn't come because the water level was so near the top and the spillway is still under repair, so they're scared it can't handle the overflow. They know the controls in place are insufficient and they're terrified we know that, too.
I think, that on occasion and in retrospect, I've been the leaf on the surface that displaces just enough to commence the fall.
I want to be part of the flood that washes away the incomprehensible bullshit, the attacks on people and who they love, the terror our neighbors are feeling, the denial of our bodily autonomy, the way we cannot walk safely through the world. I want to see the world shiny and new the day after, everything wet and sparkly and green and wild. One rainy day at a time, one lightning storm at a time, whatever it takes xo
Whatever it takes xo
Gorgeous! 🍃