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Don't Don't


Dear me,


It is someday, somewhere, sometimes. That day, that where, that time, I happen to be staring blankly at a TV screen. It is the kind of day when the 'itty bitty shi**y committee' that lives in the recesses of my most insecure head spaces is having a go at me in a language of can't, won't, shouldn't, mustn't. It is the kind of day when all I want to do is wallow on my pity pot. 


My heart is beating the imposter's doubting chorus: 

Don't

Don't

Don't

Don't

Don't


You know that kind of day. You probably have them too.


Then I actually hear the voices of my psychic haters coming at me, for me, from the TV! I am compelled to confront my reality.


Objectively, it is an ad campaign from Pinterest telling me I need to sign up.*


Subjectively, it is the universe reminding me to resist the white-noise machine of self-doubt that I am at risk of losing myself in.


I start laughing at the serendipity of this moment of art imitating life. As I laugh, I relax. As I relax, my heart settles into a more self-assured groove:

Don't don't

Don't don't

Don't don't

Don't don't

Don't don't


I feel much better in the serenity of this moment of life imitating art. I get on with my day. I make a note to myself to pass this on to someone, someday, somewhere.


*So, for anyone having a rough anyday, anywhere, here is the link to the Pinterest ad that inspired this post: https://youtu.be/1Dcy4RgkLn8?si=juJlenUErrAgN03B


I hope it helps you find a better groove too ❤


Love,

you

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