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Today was one for the history books (drumroll pleaseā¦) Youngest not only walked all the way to nursery, he also walked ALL the way back again!Ā He was so chuffed with himself!!Ā Eldest was pretty impressed when he heard, too.Ā
Youngest made fairly good time as well, I was surprised to find that it was around the usual hourĀ for lunch when we stopped taking celebratory pictures, and went in.Ā Ā Unfortunately I didnāt take any blog-safe snaps, they were all crazy-face/fist-pump ones that would lose their flavour if I cropped his features out of them!
Youngest was feeling the determination quite a bit this afternoon, actually, because we also had this conversation:
Me: Donāt stand on the ants! How would you like it if a giant came and squashed you?!
Y: *no hesitation, so I feel he may have considered this scenario beforeā¦* Iād chop-chop-chop dat beanstalk, and it would go āarrrgh!ā and fall in the water!Ā Dat what Iād doā¦!
Iāve been thinking quite a bit about the persona we show to the world, as opposed to our true selves.Ā Today I had a friend over for impromptu tea and sympathy, and I liked her even more by the end of our chat.Ā It was one of those conversations where I was gifted more of the background pieces that make up the beautiful caring whole; and hearing her passion and reasoning just made me so happy to know her.Ā
I hate my friends being at all conflicted, but sometimes I look at them while they share their heart, and just feel immensely proud that I have such complex and strong women around me š
All this good feeling did not really fit with the words I got today, however, so instead there appears to be a darker side to presenting the world with a certain image of oneās selfā¦
BinocularĀ JumpĀ EqualĀ MessiahĀ BacteriaĀ GuruĀ EmpireĀ BalconyĀ Dynamic
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Under his binocular microscope
Everyoneās life would squirm.
He would jump to conclusions
And make himself out to be
Equal to the messiah of reason.
Each bacteria he spied blooming
He would offer a cure for ā
Assert that his guru empire
Was brought about by solid principles,
Meticulously adhered to.
Only his close associates knew
The many times heād teetered
On a lofty roof or balcony;
His loose morals tearing at his conscience,
Those dynamic words but grave dust in the wind.
There is much written about social media making people anxious because of perceived inferiority, Ā compared to their colleagues and friends.Ā The more I read into running a blog, advertising and ābuilding a brandā, the more I realise that perception is everything.Ā This is isolating, and intimidating, if we analyse it a bit.
I do seem to spend a lot of time chatting to people on the return school run (whether I know them or not!) and one thing I hear myself repeating is assurances that I donāt mind hearing their disquiet at things in their life.Ā That the other person doesnāt need to apologise for having a less-than-positive outlook, because it is actually allowed.Ā
We are not able to wander about with a spring in our step all the time: people get ill, circumstances grow bleak, hearts become heavy.Ā If a raincloud is following someone around, I donāt want them to feel Iāll judge them for it.Ā I am not as fond of fair weather as some, I walk in all climes.Ā Iām Scottish, after all š
[“āMon the melancholy! Welcome, yah Moaninā Missy!“]
Itās the words that I get lost in, the stories that burrow into my subconscious and let me feel what it is like to be in someone elseās life.Ā There is a vibrancy to a tale thatās soaked in feelings less palatable to society.Ā There is a real truth in the things that make us rise to challenges and face parts of ourselves that are not ‘safe’ or broken-in properly ā parts that might say something that canāt be erasedā¦and might not actually be too sorry about itā¦
Itās a big journey, and we are all pretending we have a clue as to how our accoutrements are packed; but we all rock up at our destinations with ransacked baggage and dirty laundry.Ā
Itās silly to pretend we donāt!!
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