Have you heard of PostSecret? It’s been around for a while, so if you haven’t then where have you been? (j/k). Even though it’s nothing new, I still absolutely love the project. Complete strangers send in postcards confessing secrets they have never shared with anyone. From the hilarious (“I peed my pants leaping on the trampolines at TedActive – woops!”), to the sad but relatable (“I want to help you but I don’t know how”), everyone has a secret. Some people can’t share it with anyone but need to get it out somehow, which makes the anonymity of PostSecret the perfect outlet.
Archive for Life
I think one reason why people may hesitate to learn something new is that it’s hard. Of course it’s hard! If it weren’t you wouldn’t be learning! When you get so comfortable doing things you know how to do it’s easy to get intimidated by anything that makes you feel vulnerable. But vulnerability is a beautiful thing. It opens you up to new experiences and skills. It exercises that beautiful brain of yours and reminds you that, while it
may be frustrating and it may take longer than what your younger self could achieve, you can still learn to do something new.
I’m learning how to crochet hexagons, and it wasn’t easy. It took me multiple failed attempts and even more horrible looking hexagonish things to finally get the hang of it. My mom kept reminding me I would get there, and eventually I did.
The thing about learning? It helps to have a supportive and encouraging teacher.
….Yes, I’m Canadian and I occasionally say y’all.
Did any of you happen to stumble across Sugar & Type yesterday?
The adorable Ilana asked if she could interview me and be a part of her Creative Crush series.
Uhhh…talk about honoured.
Yep, even Skee-Lo wishes things were a little bit different for him. At least back in 1995 he did. (You’re welcome for getting that song stuck in your head).
Something I have always struggled with ever since I was aware of my body is my weight. I remember the teasing in elementary school, being embarrassed at my lack of stamina in junior high gym class, and feeling like I could never get a date in high school (hell, well into my 20′s).
I’m now closing in on the first year of my thirties and I’m only now slowly becoming more okay with my body. But I still don’t love it. I gripe and moan about clothes not looking how I’d like, or wearing only certain clothes because they hide ‘troublesome areas’. I realize I am in full control of my body and, if I wanted, I could just join a hardcore gym and only drink juices and eat salad for the rest of my life. But honestly I don’t think that would make me any happier.
And I’m okay with that, but here’s where I worry. One day when we have children, I would hate to have my insecurities projected onto them. How I feel about myself should have no influence on how anyone feels about their bodies, especially children. But it’s hard to hide how you feel about yourself every moment of every day. Don’t tell me you haven’t indulged in a pint of ice cream and sat there feeling miserable about yourself on a lonely Saturday night before. …..only me? ….okay ignore that last bit.
As I mentioned, I’m slowly becoming more comfortable with my body. It’s taken nearly 30 years and it will no doubt take several more, but I’m getting there.
Whether it’s our body, intellect, income, or whatever else, we all have our insecurities, even if it’s just some of the time. My questions to you are:
What things do you do or say to remind yourself that