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The power is there for you to let your voice be heard. You can have an opinion on a global stage. You can judge and rate and critique others until your fingers wear out. I am all for free speech and customer feedback. I am all for holding people accountable and challenging the status quo. But there is a difference between speaking out against human rights violations and social issues and just being a troll.
I loved to read self-help books in my twenties and thirties. They got me through. They gave me hope and helped me dream and aspire to bigger things. I don’t doubt that some of my ability to embrace change came from hearing inspiring stories of people who either overcame great obstacles and found happiness or some rags to riches story of someone creating opportunity and success out of poverty.
I really don’t like fear. Mostly I really don’t like the feelings I get in my body from fear. My tongue gets wrinkly and my pits get sweaty. My tailbone gets prickly. I can hear my heart in my ears. And my legs feel a bit like two boneless slabs of meat that I couldn’t stand on let alone use to run. This is hardly an ideal body state and worse it happens in situations that make little sense.
I can’t be the only woman who feels possessed. I mean really, some days I wake up and there is a blue cloud hanging over me. Who invited the sad clown? Other times I wake up and there is a swelling up in my heart of love and peace and happiness. There is no rhyme or reason. It is controlled by something else. I am at the mercy of the mood fairies and must make do with the disposition I am given for the day.
