Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh...a shiny person who felt the strain.Sometimes I feel stuck in the resistance of people who feel threatened by me. Let me be clear, it's not all about me, it's not about me at all. It's about them. It's about living in a state of lack and allowing that state of lack and fear to project outward and infect your actions. This happens to all of us at some point or another if we put ourselves out there and god forbid, achieve some level of success. I first noticed this phenomenon when I was a kid. People who don't sit quietly in the corner, who don't follow the rules blindly, who sparkle freely, who live out loud...especially people who do all of that and also boldly encourage others to do the same...we are threatening. We are threatening because our presence is catalytic.
It's weird, because my endless Pollyanna desire for community and belonging is ever thwarted by my square peg in a round hole reality.
I have never fit in and I'm afraid it's become increasingly obvious that I never will. Even among the misfits I'm some how odd girl out.
C'est la vie.
The thing that makes this frustrating is these threatened people often do their best to push me out of the spotlight, out of my jobs, out of my connections, out of the party...though how my leaving will make them appear any better at what they do is beyond my comprehension.
In point of fact, together we are far stronger than we are individually.
I want to take them gently by the hand and sit them down and say, hey, listen, I'm not the enemy. I don't want to take your pie, I'm busy baking my own. You don't get anything out of making someone else smaller, except bad karma and a side of guilt. It's okay for all of us to become exactly who we are and in doing so there is no possibility for competition or threat, no one in the entire world can be you better than you can. It's okay to get yours, but you don't have to kick someone else in the shins to do it. I don't need to take away from you to make me bigger.
I just want to shine and watch you shine and encourage everyone to shine...
Yeah, I want to buy the world a Coke.
Except for the diabetics who probably don't need a Coke, so maybe I can get them a sparkling water instead.
But I digress...
There is room enough in the sky for every star to shine. So just shine brightly and don't worry about that star on the left or the right, they're doing their own shiny thing. Do yours.
"Your life is an occasion, rise to it." Mr. Magorium
xoxo
Madge
12 comments:
Love this blogpost! Can I quote you on Twitter (giving you full credit, of course!)? I don't know where that line between imitation and inspiration is drawn, but it seems that the more you put yourself out there, the more you are exposing yourself to others who may not have the best intentions.
From the time we step on our first playground, we experience what you write of. Some things never change. You have a good grasp of self, and you are a unique inspiration. The karma takes care of itself.
I am so glad this resonated! Of course you can quote me, thank you for asking.
Cheers,
Madge
Insecure/bitter/jealous/cowardly people don't like being reminded they have no motivation, or originality, or are mediocre, so the way to solve that is to put others down who do.
I REFUSE to stop shining just because someone else can't cope with it. Put bloody sunglasses on, look away or have the balls to put yerself out there.
Keep shining Margot, I bask in your sunshine, and enjoy your beautiful soul.
Just like Van Gogh's painting, it is in the darkness that we have the opportunity to shine our brightest. Sparkle on, Sweetie! :-) H.
Ah, Corinne, je t'adore!
So true, Hali!
it's easier for them to blame someone else than to actually break a sweat, take risks and do something grand. keep on doing your thang, ms P!!! *insert bouncy hearts here*
Well put, Margot. Kind of recognise kind of a lot ;-)
I adore shiny bead jewelry, colored stuff looks amazing
I like this post too, best wishes for u always
Well said! Beautiful post. Shine On :)
I know what you mean about feeling like an outcast among outcasts. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even a peg at all, but a spiral shape like cavatappi pasta.
It used to bother me a lot, but once I started to really own who I was, oddness and all, I started finding other pasta shapes to hang out with. I think my husband's a rotini. ;)
The point of my rambling? Not to make you crave Italian food, but to say, you're welcome to hang out with me in the pasta section any time.
Also, I agree that there's plenty of room for all of us to shine in our own way in this world. I've never understood people who are territorial. I think the best thing to do is set a good example and hope the cranky people will un-crank themselves at some point. And to pity them if they can't!
-- Sarah
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