#handythings

[varshaart]

Day 18: Handy! . Just a few things that always come in handy! 🤗 #100daysofsketching #varshascreativespace #100dayschallenge #art #ArtChallenge #handy #handythings #thingsthatcomeinhandy #mobilephone #earphones #charger #waterbottle #glasses #keys #wallet #drawing #drawingchallenge #prompts https://www.instagram.com/p/BxnS-W9hXlj/?igshid=1efvva9y35bra

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Diary of a Petty Non Conformist

Step 1: Recognizing that you have a problem

I’m beginning to understand how really petty I can be, which in itself is a large step in learning how not to be. As in all sorts of situations, acknowledgment of a problem is the first step in transforming it. So this, I guess, is part of a way to release and work through this, journal style. Maybe so others can realize they’re petty as well, which is undoubtedly petty.

For decades I’ve had this issue where I honored some sort of social anarchist type of view. To conform was to be less than; to be like everyone else was to give in. There’s truth to some of this, but at the same time, one sometimes creates a narrative of being above the norm to put up a barrier to block the stress of self-esteem and avoids it rather than tackling it head-on.

All that in mind, this default has helped me develop parts of myself I hold value for. There is true authenticity. There are also not-so-pleasant parts of me that, in my later years, have popped up while diving deeper into my spiritual self.

I’ve noticed that when I see or hear someone say something and I feel the need to instantly counter their opinion with my, better and much wiser one, I don’t like the way it feels. Which… to me is a good thing. I recently watched a video where this young woman was bashing a trend in spirituality and calling it fake; there was the immediate need to counter because she was being judgmental. Why though? Why is it so important that I let this girl know that she was being judgmental?

I thought back to my struggles with loathing my Christian upbringing. Then later the triggers of some New Agey stuff like twin flames and other aspects that make me feel higher when I express my distaste for them. To me, this moment was part of that. The core of my issues with these stems from the situations themselves not the people wrapped up in them. They’re just people, trying to be people. This girl is just expressing and having fun. The other girl, the hater, was just trying to define her stance in something she felt deeply about. This brought me back to my adolescence.

The 90’s were no doubt the best decade, and you can’t tell me otherwise. But the one thing that I’m constantly reminded of is how being original was a ‘thing’. It started as really people exploring, and the more media took hold, the bigger this idea was. It was our generation's version of the free-spirited 60’s. And let’s face it, style and music? Yeah, I thought so, no contest.

While it was good and legitimate in so many ways, I can’t help but remember the feeling of being anti, because anti was better than being judged. And I believe this is why I feel there are parts of me that I didn’t develop or express.

The reason, though, this mashed pile of words is coming out is that I have realized this is an aspect I would like to dissolve. Not because I don’t like being a weirdo; that part I thoroughly enjoy, but because I’m looking to be able to meet people where they are. Not to think everything is cool, be the nicest person in the world, or to dismiss bad behavior. My goal is to be able to see the realness in others, to have less of these moments where, as a grown woman, I feel the need to right the wrongs of the youth on social media. These are not proud, fulfilling moments.

When I saw the ‘hippie Barbie’ (totally petty of me, I’m sorry) just seconds before the young lady bashed her for being fake, I literally thought the same thing. Somehow, coming from someone else made it seem bad. The real kicker was realizing how I was judging the mean girl, and I felt a sense of superiority. Crazy how things like that happen. And maybe because Coachella Barbie could literally be my kid, and if you wanted to be honest, I could be her grandma… ugh, that just sunk in.

What I was having was a moment of spontaneous self-reflection where instantly I understood what I’d been trying to say for quite some time. Everyone finds their way to God, Spirit, Universe, what have you, in their own way. Also, as a forty-five-year-old woman, there are plenty of ‘I can’t believe I did that’ moments, and who am I to judge what gives someone that spark of confidence and courage? We are all the same at some point in our lives, dusted with different spices, but ultimately the same beings trying to figure it out, and how we do that becomes our adventure.

Source: Diary of a Petty Non Conformist

[ellediablo98]

All a girl needs tbh #italsolightsup #survivaltools #handythings #multitool

[htfshit-blog]

Dead, huh?We all dies everyday, ya'know.

Handy again, cuz he’s cool.

I was inspired by @sil-draws Handyth’s AU design and drawn this.

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Diary of a Petty Non Conformist

Step 1: Recognizing that you have a problem

I’m beginning to understand how really petty I can be, which in itself is a large step in learning how not to be. As in all sorts of situations, acknowledgment of a problem is the first step in transforming it. So this, I guess, is part of a way to release and work through this, journal style. Maybe so others can realize they’re petty as well, which is undoubtedly petty.

For decades I’ve had this issue where I honored some sort of social anarchist type of view. To conform was to be less than; to be like everyone else was to give in. There’s truth to some of this, but at the same time, one sometimes creates a narrative of being above the norm to put up a barrier to block the stress of self-esteem and avoids it rather than tackling it head-on.

All that in mind, this default has helped me develop parts of myself I hold value for. There is true authenticity. There are also not-so-pleasant parts of me that, in my later years, have popped up while diving deeper into my spiritual self.

I’ve noticed that when I see or hear someone say something and I feel the need to instantly counter their opinion with my, better and much wiser one, I don’t like the way it feels. Which… to me is a good thing. I recently watched a video where this young woman was bashing a trend in spirituality and calling it fake; there was the immediate need to counter because she was being judgmental. Why though? Why is it so important that I let this girl know that she was being judgmental?

I thought back to my struggles with loathing my Christian upbringing. Then later the triggers of some New Agey stuff like twin flames and other aspects that make me feel higher when I express my distaste for them. To me, this moment was part of that. The core of my issues with these stems from the situations themselves not the people wrapped up in them. They’re just people, trying to be people. This girl is just expressing and having fun. The other girl, the hater, was just trying to define her stance in something she felt deeply about. This brought me back to my adolescence.

The 90’s were no doubt the best decade, and you can’t tell me otherwise. But the one thing that I’m constantly reminded of is how being original was a ‘thing’. It started as really people exploring, and the more media took hold, the bigger this idea was. It was our generation's version of the free-spirited 60’s. And let’s face it, style and music? Yeah, I thought so, no contest.

While it was good and legitimate in so many ways, I can’t help but remember the feeling of being anti, because anti was better than being judged. And I believe this is why I feel there are parts of me that I didn’t develop or express.

The reason, though, this mashed pile of words is coming out is that I have realized this is an aspect I would like to dissolve. Not because I don’t like being a weirdo; that part I thoroughly enjoy, but because I’m looking to be able to meet people where they are. Not to think everything is cool, be the nicest person in the world, or to dismiss bad behavior. My goal is to be able to see the realness in others, to have less of these moments where, as a grown woman, I feel the need to right the wrongs of the youth on social media. These are not proud, fulfilling moments.

When I saw the ‘hippie Barbie’ (totally petty of me, I’m sorry) just seconds before the young lady bashed her for being fake, I literally thought the same thing. Somehow, coming from someone else made it seem bad. The real kicker was realizing how I was judging the mean girl, and I felt a sense of superiority. Crazy how things like that happen. And maybe because Coachella Barbie could literally be my kid, and if you wanted to be honest, I could be her grandma… ugh, that just sunk in.

What I was having was a moment of spontaneous self-reflection where instantly I understood what I’d been trying to say for quite some time. Everyone finds their way to God, Spirit, Universe, what have you, in their own way. Also, as a forty-five-year-old woman, there are plenty of ‘I can’t believe I did that’ moments, and who am I to judge what gives someone that spark of confidence and courage? We are all the same at some point in our lives, dusted with different spices, but ultimately the same beings trying to figure it out, and how we do that becomes our adventure.

Source: Diary of a Petty Non Conformist