Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Compliments and Generosity

Do you see yourself as someone deserving of compliments? Do you light up and beam a smile when receiving a compliment or are you inclined to become nervous and reject it?

As a teenager, I was absolutely the kind to put my head down and think a person was surely wrong for saying a nice encouragement to me. I didn't feel worthy of feeling liked by another person. My self confidence was shot down in my youth by family members telling me I was a stupid bitch and classmates telling me they 'hated me because I was ugly'. So in my teen years it was no wonder why I'd be suspicious of being told my long hair was pretty or was good at math. I was convinced that this was a new tactic for the bullies to hurt me. I was sure they were lying to me and the moment I believed them, they would make fun of me for buying it. I wasn't about to let them win! When in reality, I was the one losing. I learned that paranoia over 15 years and boy did it grow into something fierce!

In my life today, I get the most satisfying joy when I compliment others. I love seeing the looks on peoples faces when I tell them I like their shirt, makeup, handwriting. Anything really. It's important to note that I never give out false compliments. I feel that it is vital to be truthful and intentional every single time. That gives me some wiggle room for some really weird compliments at times. I'll leave that to your imagination. *Upon thinking about that, it sounds like that could be dirty...it wasn't meant to be, but I'm leaving it in!* ;)

Superficial praises like the previously mentioned ones are usually well received but my favorite compliments to give to people are ones that reflect them as they are as a person. Complimenting someones intelligence, aptitude at their job, consideration, wisdom is what I do most. I want people to know when I'm grateful for what they bring to the table just for being themselves and their accomplishments.

I do such because I feel appreciative when another person says something of that nature to me. I want other people to have the chance to have that same feeling!! I have had several occasions where a honest compliment has completely turned around a bad day for me. You never know the mindset a person is in and what saying something nice could mean to them.

By what means did I make that leap? The contrast of the 15 year old me who loathed giving and getting compliments to the 23 year old me who loves being told nice things and can't help but to share positive opinions I hold of people. I can actually pinpoint the exact people who showed me the importance of kindness. They were two of my favorite teachers I've ever had the pleasure of being their in their classroom. Mrs. Ward-Maguire and Mrs. Bussa. These are two women who manifest what it means to be an outstanding teacher. I can say that honestly without fear of being called a Kiss-ass, seeing as its been 7 years since I've been their student and can't receive retroactive extra credit.

Mrs. WM & Mrs. B were the best at handing out encouragement. These women had the task of working with teenagers who were, for a lack of better words, shitheads. I can say that because I was one of them! A lot of us acted out because of problems at school, troubled home lives, substance abuse and other harms to ourselves. None of us really had the confidence in ourselves to think we were capable of being more than the kids who had to go down the hallway to be in a class of ten instead of thirty. It had the stigma as being the "troubled kids class."

Those stereotypes can kiss my ass. It was the best time and use I ever garnered from high school. I get emotional when I think about what those two did for me all through the power of positive word. From long talks and feeling free to ask questions I trusted these two.

Mrs. B was exemplary at complimenting me every day on something random about my appearance and meaning it. Be it my "artwork jeans" or smile. Mrs. B kick started my brain to believe that I was beautiful and assisted my confidence to walk through life with my head held high. She taught me that when people complimented me, they truly meant it and said it for the purpose of making me happy. I learned that it was okay to accept this and equate it with a nice feeling. That's so astounding to me to look back and see what a difference that has made in my life.

Mrs. WM had a proclivity for praising me for what I did, or in some cases didn't do. I would walk into class and beam when I would see a piece of paper on my desk. Upon further inspection finding it to be a lady bug note saying, "50 days!! Great job! I'm proud of you:)." It isn't a stretch to say Mrs. WM is one of the reasons why I blog and share my writing to this day. I have always had a propensity to write but I didn't think I was any good. Probably the most meaningful compliments to me where the ones she would tell me how she felt about my writing. A specific note on top of an essay I wrote said, "Excellent! You should consider writing for teens!" That encouraged me to share my writing with others and not be afraid to put my real feelings out there. To be brave enough not edit it to something I thought people would like. How freeing!

It's crazy to imagine how different my life may be had I not had the opportunity to know those ladies! Would I be the woman I am today? Or maybe a twisted adult version of that kid I once was. I don't even want to think about that!

I know countless people, things and life events have molded who I am today but this topic has been tugging on my heartstrings for quite a long time. Thanks to things such as my bad accident last year and all these crazy stories you hear about on the news, I feel it's massively important to share with people how they've made positive impacts in my life.

To Mrs WM & Mrs. B,
You both have impacted my life for the better. I carry your lessons and advice with me always and think of you often. You are amazing role models and I am grateful that you share your strengths with the world. So many people have been touched by your humanity and not just the students you've taught, but the people they've met and so on many times over. Kind of like a tree. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me grow my roots. :)

Gayle.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Reflection. Pain. Sadness. Hope. Courage.

Today was an extremely difficult day. I'm trying to wrap my head around the death of a friend. I've had friends pass in tragic and untimely ways before such as accidents and health problems, but that doesn't make it any easier to cope with the fresh devastation of a new loss. I feel like now is not the time to delve into the details of Craig's death. I don't think I'll ever understand why he took his life. Regardless of reason or speculation, he was my friend and I will miss him very much. Craig would cheer me up when I was down, have my back if someone wronged me and made sure I was alright after my accident last year. While we worked together, we bonded over bitching about a couple people who left all the work to us and our love of football. He was a huge Redskins fan. I'm talking a 'Giant-ass-tattoo-on-his-forearm" fan. I'm glad I got to see him often. After the job we had went out of business, he switched to a similar job and frequently would deliver food to the girls and myself at the salon. I'd get the biggest smile when he would walk in and he'd pull me into a bear hug. Every time. I will cherish that.

I'm grateful in this time for the girls at work. I went in today a mere 10 sleepless hours after receiving this news for my shift at work. I feel like it's starting to set in now that he's gone, but as I walked into work..well I don't know..I felt surreal. The kindness of the two people I opened up to when asked what was wrong was a Godsend. My boss kindly sent me home with a big hug and thoughtful smile. Upon getting home and failing to fall asleep, I decided I needed to hold something cuddly. I needed some good juju so I headed to the local Humane Society to hang out with some critters. I spent three hours there walking numerous dogs, playing with little kittens, found the ugliest cat there and took a picture of it, played with guinea pigs and my favorite animal of the day.. a white and black rat about the size of a 20oz bottle of soda. He was awesome. This little unnamed rat sat on my arm for a few seconds before making is way up to my shoulder and cuddled up against my neck where he promptly fell asleep. It was a very calming and adorable gesture. I've never much been a person who wanted a pet with the exception of the guinea pig I had for 7 years as a teenager, but I truly value whatever it is about animals that can heal ones soul. I surely haven't grieved Craig's death by any means yet, but I have certainly had the chance for some animals to show unconditional love in return for a scratch behind their ear and, well, that's a start.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. If you or a loved one is struggling with thoughts of suicide, please call a hotline. Sometimes talking to a stranger is the most freeing thing in the world. That's half the reason why I started blogging. I wanted to get out my feelings without fear of judgement.

National Suicide Hotlines USA 
United States of America
Toll-Free / 24 hours a day / 7 days a week

1-800-SUICIDE
1-800-784-2433

1-800-273-TALK
1-800-273-8255

Deaf Hotline
1-800-799-4TTY (4889)

Veteran Crisis Line
1-800-273-8255 & Press 1 or Send a text message to 838255

Many of these lines offer phone lines, texts and online mediums to be available to those in need. As well as multiple languages so everyone can have the same access to help. 

Also check out:
http://twloha.com/ 
To Write Love On Her Arms encourages community, hope, dreams, overcoming fears and music as coping skills for people struggling with depression, drug & alcohol addiction, low self-esteem and suicidal thoughts. As well as for the loved ones of the people suffering. This site is for EVERY PERSON. I've had my own demons to fight and TWLOHA has been a beacon of hope for me. Every struggle I go through, I look down at the 'Love' tattoo I have on my arm as a reminder of what I've survived and the people who helped me get to where I am today. 

You are loved.