As an empath and co-dependant type, this is something I work on regularly – I’m worlds better than I once was, and I’m able to hear this sentiment in my mind even during the toughest times. I’ve referred to this idea often because it’s juts so powerful. . .
I remember watching Labyrinth as a kid – you remember that film with David Bowie as the Goblin King, right? Yeah, that one. (Don’t judge!) Well, for whatever the reason, I always noted – rather firmly – the “you have no power over me” part (the phrase alluded to in my early post, as linked above.) It just stuck. That said, I didn’t really apply it to myself until many…many…moons later.
Today I find myself going back to the sentiment – OFTEN. As they say, everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about. You never know what’s going on with someone else, and therefore cannot know the impetus behind their actions. The reactions others have are (truly) their own and what we see is not always an accurate reflection of the full picture. Because of this, it is important we remind ourselves that whatever negativity comes our way – no matter the form – it doesn’t have power over us unless we let it.
As human beings, we feel – for empaths, profoundly – and that’s okay. But we do have a choice about whether we go flying off the tracks in anger, sadness, hurt etc…based on the actions of others. We don’t HAVE to. Neither they, nor any other junky energy, need ruin a beautiful day, or change our positive approach – only we can decide that.
Never stop saying “I love you” – to hear those words can alter the course of a day. Or a lifetime.
Never stop appreciating those who make your world brighter, including their quirks, differences, eccentricities…even those qualities that irk you from time to time. Remember to let them know in words and actions…
Hold their hand just because. Kiss them when they least expect it. Give them a hug, or leave them a positive note, or just call to say “hello.”
The “little things” have the power to alter the deepest pain, fiercest anger, and most pressing frustrations. They remind us of our blessings when we lose sight of them, and they remind those we love that they are valuable in this life…in our life.
Life is precious, and so very fleeting – Love is a gift to cherish, but above all to share and express. To “give back” ensures that what time we – and our loved ones – do have is lived to the happiest full. ❤
When I saw this photo (the little girl below), I essentially went into hysterics (laughing, that is.) I didn’t watch a ton of television as a child but you can be sure that when I did, the shows were of the ilk of:
- Thundercats (cat-like aliens, because why would extraterrestrials want human reflexes?!)
- He-Man (muscles and [magical!] swords?! HELL YES!)
- Voltron (your goddamn right I was jealous of their lion robots!)
- Transformers (ginormous robots who can morph into an incredibly rad getaway vehicle? Anyone want to race?!)
I couldn’t possibly be bothered with the likes of She-Ra. Initially, I admit, I kind of liked her. I liked that a woman was in the badass role, but that’s basically because I wanted to be her. I kind of dug the nod to Ancient Rome / Greece with that ensemble too – how very Pagan of her! Plus. . .sorceress, hello!? My older brother was fonder of the guys so…whatever…I took one for the team and decided I could be Conan or some other ass-kicking character, nevermind they were male. Goals.
My lean towards general badassery, gothiness, vampishness, and Martial Arts was there from brith – I wore colors, but that’s because I wasn’t old enough to know better…OR to purchase my own. I went to girly birthday parties, but that’s because A.) it was important to socialize (I’d rather have been Wednesday Addams but the school moms didn’t seem to acquiesce) and B.) No one I knew was having a Halloween bash regardless of timing. Sad, if you ask me.
My inspiration came from the people / creatures / robots who could handle their own, even when the world was being besieged by evil, plotting mummies or mechanical demons from space – who cared that they were fictional, this once five-year old saw a fearlessly laying down of the law! (Let’s not forget their were witches too – bestill my heart.)
If I could have worn this suit to class, I’m sure I would have – Middle School rules be damned, I think an exception could have been made. “Excuse me, Mr. Principle guy..??”
I wonder if the suit comes with functional weapons… Sparkles? Yeah, absolutely. But had I donned this hefty getup back in the day? I’d have backed that glitz up!
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