Showing posts with label Feelings Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feelings Friday. Show all posts

Friday, November 1, 2013

Feelings Friday: Sick

One of the greatest superpowers that I've gained since being married is my ability to see into the future. This became true a few nights ago when Daniel woke up sick. I'll spare you the details, but basically I immediately thought to myself...yup, that will be me in the next couple of days.

Aaaaaaand I was right. 

I mean, I guess it doesn't actually take a psychic to make that prediction. There is literally no one with whom I share more germs (and no one I'd rather share those germs with...aw). If that guy falls ill, you just know it will be me next. This is because I am exceptionally good at getting sick. It's not my sexiest quality by a long shot, but it is one of my most reliable. 

My immune system is a joke. I imagine it as a club with an overly-lenient bouncer at the door who lets seriously anyone in regardless of how much they will harsh the vibe of the room (I obviously go to clubs all the time).

"Oh, you're a Rhinovirus? By all means, come on in. Swine Flu? Please, stay as long as you like."

Given how often I get sick, you'd think that I'd be able to handle it with grace and dignity, but NOPE. I complain at least once every hour, and I spend the rest of my time channeling the sassiness, sulkiness, and obsessive eating habits of Michelle Tanner.





I become fairly ornery,


and blunt with those around me,


and just overall useless, really...



And instead of writing blog posts, I just post a bunch of GIFs.

How do you act when you feel sick?

Friday, October 25, 2013

Feelings Friday: Bravery

I received a very sweet email recently from a reader named Elizabeth who gave me a great suggestion for today's Feelings Friday. She's had the song "Brave" by Sara Bareilles stuck in her head lately, and it reminded her of how much meaning is packed in that one little word. I agree times a million, so let's talk about bravery, guys. Thanks, Elizabeth!

BRAVERY

While I was in Texas last week, I spent some time with my three-year-old niece, Amelie. Now, let me tell you, this girl is awesome. She is triple funny, quadruple cute, and she loves dinosaurs and spider monkeys to no end. I'm a big fan.

My husband, Daniel, learning about the joys of Facetiming with Amelie

There was a time when my mom and I were hanging with Amelie where she showed us a "boo-boo" she had, and by "boo-boo" I obviously mean the most insignificant, teeny-weeniest, basically microscopic, little smudge on the side of her index finger. I responded by telling her that it's easy to get little boo-boos here-and-there while we are playing, but it's important to be brave when we get them. She looked at me a little puzzled, and my mom prompted me to explain what "brave" meant.

I quickly realized that it is a hard word to define. Google will churn out lots of definitions for "bravery", most of which involve even more challenging words like "courage" and "valiance" which are honestly just synonyms anyway. Probably the best definition comes from Merriam Webster which defines "brave" as feeling or showing no fear : not afraid, but even then, that seems a bit oversimplified.

"Bravery" is one of those words that changes in the context of growing up. It's a word that usually has a face, and that face will be different for everyone. For my niece, this might be her picture of bravery:



Just look at this heroine, swinging from vines with reckless abandon, unafraid of spending time with a wild animal and a talking map. This scene is surely the perfect image of bravery in the mind of a three-year-old.

But for you, your picture might look something more like this:



or this:


or this:



or this:


It is easy to see bravery in the lives of the people we admire. It can be significantly more difficult to recognize our own. When I moved to New York City, I would commonly hear from loved ones back home that I seemed so adventurous taking my life so far away from Texas. I hear similar things about my recent start in improv and standup comedy. People often ask how I know what to say, how I keep from passing out. I always meet these comments with slight surprise because literally every single one of those things -- moving away from home, standing up in front of strangers and telling jokes, performing completely unrehearsed shows -- scares the living beejeezus out of me. 

But the thing is, regardless of what our friend Merriam-Webster would have you believe, bravery does not exclude fear. It can very much exist alongside it, and it has everything to do with our response to it. Our life's bravest moments are also some of our most terrifying. But it's not about merely putting on a straight face when you actually feel like crapping your pants. Pretending you aren't afraid is not bravery. 

In fact, the opposite is usually always true. For example, Queen Bey herself (Beyonce) taught me that lesson at the Barclays Center back in August. It was the last stop on her Mrs. Carter tour, and after blowing our minds with her rendition of "End of Time", she giggled a perfect giggle and said, "I'm a little nervous, y'all." And the audience erupted with joy at the sheer vulnerability of the moment, and then she started flipping her hair, and it was all amazing.

Brave as all hell

Bravery involves discerning what the situation calls for regardless of how scared you are. It's about knowing with full confidence when to stand up, when to sit down, when to speak loudly, and when to cry. It's the reason why a woman staying seated on a bus and a police officer rushing to a crime scene and a man telling a woman he loves her and a girl raising her hand in class can all be considered people of bravery. It looks different in every scenario, but you know it when you see it. 

And the thing about exhibiting bravery is that it makes others around you more brave, too. I remember being a camp counselor and having to camp out in the woods with a gaggle of eight-year-old girls, each more scared than the other. But the most frightened person out there, of course, was me. I knew the real dangers that existed: snakes, wild dogs, humidity! Still, I knew I had a responsibility to keep it together for my girls, and by morning they all felt like heroes for making it through the night. Bravery insights bravery.

It's how the really big, beautiful decisions of the world eventually get made. One person stands up for something, even though they are scared to death, and others are inspired to do the same. It's a remarkable alternative to the easier, more popular option of cowardice, and it seriously changes the world.

Bravery breaks the norm, but more specifically, it breaks your norm. It defies your body's sympathetic nervous system. It chooses fight when you would absolutely choose flight. 

Think carefully, then, about what bravery looks like for you. It might not necessarily mean putting on a space suit and floating above earth's atmosphere. It might look more like having a tough conversation or going to a social event even though the thought of it makes you really sweaty. It might even mean packing up your bags and moving to New York City to hang out with me (just saying, we've got great brunch options up here). Think on it. Pray on it. Hopefully, you already know what you need to do.

I leave you with the song that inspired it all. Who inspires you to be brave? 



Friday, October 4, 2013

Feelings Friday...or is it?

It's Feeling Friday! 

I've gotten into the habit of using this day (and this alliterative excuse) to work through the functions of some of humanity's most prominent emotions. This week, however, I have chosen to follow the advice of a dear friend.


You got it, Severus. Today, I'm just going to keep all of my feelings in check and not dwell on any particular one. Feelings Friday is cancelled. 

The truth is I have been wrestling with which of my many feelings I wanted to throw down today, but I couldn't decide. Embarrassment? Regret? Hunger? That's an emotion, right?

So then I started feeling anxious, which is a feeling, but whatever, you get the dilemma. Anyway, today I'm going to take a breather on the whole having-emotions business. Next week I'll be back with some juicy ones. For now, though, I think I'll just watch some truly benign reality television and call it a day.

As penance, here is a picture of me from high school. Please feel free to work through any feelings that arise as a result of viewing such strangeness. 


I hope you're happy. 

Or sad? I don't know. Feelings Friday is confusing.

But seriously, how are you feeling today? I'm listening.

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