Aka the “It’s Not You, It’s Me” post.
Once upon a time in Houston, Sheela got pissed with WordPress. And the damn phone because it kept dinging with alerts. Merrily. Repeatedly. All the damn time. Driving her up the (proverbial) wall.
And that isn’t even the crux of today’s post.
Just a wee digression of aggression.
I love a good pun, I love a bad one even more GRIN hello my friends, thank you for stopping by today. I’m going off on a new look and feel (or rather, approach) to blogging. It’s subtle though so I am wondering if you see it.
This time last week, I was at FierceCon2018. Catherine’s baby. A haven wherein women (and a few men) congregated to share and motivate. To connect. Inspire and be inspired. To find a sister. Or tribe. Both.
Give me a little time to gather my thoughts, and I will tell you ALL about it. What I was privileged to hear. The stories told by truly brave souls. Things I’ve become aware of ever since. Things I’ve learned about myself and the people around me. Understanding how they’ve touched me, and being better able to discern if their presence in my life is positive. Or not.
Mostly discovering, or should I say, being reminded (albeit with a gentle kick in the ass) that everyone has been through their own private hell. Everyone has had some sort of battle to fight. We all have someone we have to forgive. Someone we’d never ever want to see ever again (perhaps even have fashioned a voodoo doll in their likeness, like, cough, I used to do). And that absolutely nothing is what it seems to be. Absolutely nothing is as picture perfect as it appears.
I know this isn’t new news at all. But, you see, most (if not all) of us frequently lose sight of these sort of observations as we plod along. Managing. Settling. Existing. Therefore, when those brilliant flashes of the obvious hit us like so, it’s quite the necessary thump between the eyes.
A “Hello!! Wake up already!!” thump.
You’re not alone.
You’re not unique in your pain.
You’re not alone.
You can find solace.
YOU. ARE. NOT. ALONE.
And why is today’s post entitled thus? Because while everyone was raving on about how they were loving the energy and vibe, I was standing in my corner (with my babe who was, thankfully, there to keep this very socially awkward woman company) wondering what they were talking about. Like WTF is this “energy” you’re talking about? I don’t feel any energy. I just see loads of people, and hear a lot of noise, and my feet hurt from these 5″ heels.
It made me acutely aware that, in truth, it doesn’t matter where you are. What event you’re at. Or motivational workshop you’re attending. If you’re not consciously opening yourself up to receiving, you’re just wasting your time. And everyone else’s, for that matter. That’s when I realised that it wasn’t them, it was me. It’d been me all along. I was my own barrier.
You must be open to lowering your walls. Bringing those shields down. And be ready to absorb. Take in as much as you can. Whether you call it energy or positivity, you need to consciously decide to open the door, and let it in. I choose to call mine LIGHT and this time, at FierceCon2018, I chose to let LIGHT in.
And I am continuing to choose to let LIGHT in.
Now to The Fab 40s.
From the oh so fabulous throwback to the 90s to a slightly more goth-gone-to-work approach, take a look at our individual renditions of this month’s theme. Goth.
Go on. Scroll down.
Tell me what you think.
Suzy, Pixie Chick In Portugal
Jennie, A Pocketful Of Polka Dots
Shelbee, Shelbee On The Edge
Daenel, Living Outside The Stacks
Mary, Curly Byrdie Chirps
Now comes one of the bestest bits of this collaboration between friends in their 40s, introducing a new guest blogger for the month. Today, I am so delighted to present Lizzie of What Lizzie Loves.
I’ve known of this lady for a long time now, and I was very excited to see how she would style Goth because if you take a look at her feed, Lizzie’s style couldn’t be the furthest being conspicuously dark, punk and sometimes morbid. Consequently, when I saw her outfit, it instantly became #1 for me. My fave. The prettiness of Lizzie’s dress stays so close to her own aesthetics whilst the colour and the print (albeit done in a feminine fashion) only serve to affirm how spot on the overall outfit is. Both in terms of being true to Lizzie as well as being in line with the theme for October. Brilliant, Lizzie, just brilliant. So happy to have you with us.
And then there’s me.
In a genius of a pose, dreamt up by Michael.
That’s it, friends. I wonder what’s in store for next month. Wait, whose turn is it for November again?
p/s I link up here.