From this blog. The top six, anyways. In ascending order of importance, I think.
(1) I am a perfectionist.
I never thought it. Never ever. And I never wished it. Okay, just that one teensy time I did. But now it's true. Gosh dang it.
(2) A name is incredibly important.
Your name. My name. Through years of trial and error, I have become Becky. (Now I'm working on becoming the other parts of my name, but I have the rest of my life to do that, I suppose.) This little blog has gone through an array of names. And although its current (and forever) name may not sound super-creative, it is a part of who I am. It's something I say to connect in my own little way to the person I'm talking to. And it's how I would like to connect with you every day to share the things that are important to me. Anyways, what I'm saying is that today is christening day. This blog has a name. Finally. Now it will just continue to become.
(3) People are inherently good.
From the comments left here and the ones on other blogs, I have seen a lot of goodness all over. I've noticed a desire to follow, to show support, to encourage, to console. True, there are those nay-sayers who somehow get a kick out of fault-finding. But even those few are just searching for something we all want-- a little satisfaction. A little bit of "You're Right!" and "You're Great!" and "I love you." Maybe that's naive to think, but I sure do hope it's true.
(4) Being afraid sucks. Don't do it.
Forever and ever I have been afraid to wear lipstick. Yep. But now I'm not. Isn't it cool how that works? Now I am very afraid of some other things. Some bigger things. And I know I just need to put on that proverbial lipstick and see how it looks, but it's hard.
(5) 99% of the time you have the answer you were looking for.
There are a few blogs that I absolutely love (see side bar). Of those few blogs, there are a few bloggers that I really look up to. They are people I have come to admire through their blog-voice. Once I even emailed one of them to ask some advice. She gave absolutely lovely advice, because she is truly a lovely person. But more importantly I found, as I wrote out my question for her, that I already knew my answer.
Your life is your life. Something may work for one person and not for you. And vicey versy. That doesn't make you less. It doesn't make him/her more. It just means that most of the time, you can be your own best friend & adviser. It may take a trick to get your inner-self to whisper the secret answer to your outer-self. But it's there. You're smart, and you're strong. As cheesy as it sounds, that's what's up.
(6) I need people.
My reaction to blog comments has revealed a lot to me about the nature of my people-needing. I know I just got done with my little "Miss Independent" shpeel, and I believe every word of it. But that doesn't negate that fact that I need people. For real. I need love. I need attention. I need a friend to say "you're going to be okay" or "I've felt that way, too" or "yeah, let's go get some diet cokes and froyo and watch the longest movie ever." Now, I got a little flack in my dating days about needing people. So, just to clarify-- I didn't need a husband. That's not why I got married. Hopefully it's not why people get married ever. But I met my Hubby-to-be, and I needed to be with him for the rest of my life. And I know he will always be there for me like no one else would ever even want to be. And that's a beautiful thing.
People don't have to get married to be happy. That's not what I'm saying at all. But maybe we have to recognize exactly how much and in what way we need people and learn to somehow react.
I hope we all find a best friend. Or a few best friends. Or that we learn how to be best friends with just about everyone. That would be pretty sweet. Because as much as we may not want to admit it, sometimes we really do just need people.
Happy Wednesday.
you have a great brain.
ReplyDeleteBecky your ideas on here are so inspirational! You are seriously so smart in everything you think about to post. If you were an old black lady (in MLK times), i could totally see you preaching to a crowd! :)
ReplyDeleteI need a "gangster" or is it "gangsta" niece and yes, that would be you my sweet Becky:-) Love ya!
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