I have a little musing for ya today, but first:
This is a quick little card I made yesterday for the Limited Supply challenge on Splitcoast. We were limited to digital images and diecuts, and only two embellishments. I thought the timing was kind of interesting, because I had just decided earlier yesterday morning that I would go ahead and set up an Etsy shop to sell digital stamps, among other things. The image on my card is one that will be available in my shop when it's up and running - hopefully in a week or two (maybe sooner if I have time and get real motivated). For the diecut part of the challenge I used my always-at-the-ready Top Note die - I can't believe how much I use it, and I can't believe that I ever believed I didn't want/need it! My two embellishments are the ribbon and the brad cinching it into a bow. The paper is from Colorbok, and I colored the image with markers. I need to get more colors and learn how to use them more effectively, I'm thinkin'! I also think paper-piecing the dresses would have been cuter. Ah well, next time!
Okay, here's where the philosophizin' starts, so turn away now if it's not your thing...
I did a JoAnn fabrics run this morning (50% off the notions wall - needed more needles, and 99-cent patterns - need more summer tops), and had a blip trying to come out of the parking lot. I was waiting for a line of cars to go by so I could make a right turn out onto the road, and there was a car with the blinker on, indicating that they were turning into the parking lot, so I got ready to make my turn. Just as she got to the turn, the driver turned off her blinker and kept coming straight (good thing I paused), and she and her passenger both made arm gestures like "what the...?" as they went by. I'm thinkin' "what the...?" myself, since her blinker was on, and - for whatever reason - the incident, minor as it was, made me feel.....crappy, for lack of a better word, and I actually felt like crying!
After I was able to make my turn and head homeward, I was pondering why such a trivial thing would have such a huge impact on my mood. (And yes, I did allow the tears to come - healthier to acknowledge and work through the emotion than to suppress it - for a few brief moments.) I was more interested in the "why" behind the reaction than I was about anything else, so I mulled it over and decided this: Feeling misunderstood or misjudged has been a VERY common occurrence in my life. I don't feel like an outsider or that people don't like me or any of that, I just have always felt a bit of a "fringe-dweller" - I'm accepted - maybe even liked - by everyone, but don't really "belong". I know I've mentioned this before, but there it is again...
The reason I allowed all of this back into my consciousness today, I believe, was to acknowledge this: because of all of the incidents where I felt misjudged/misunderstood, I have always tried very hard to stay out of judgement of others. Yes, I will comment on an outrageous hairdo or bizarre wardrobe choice, and I'm VERY fond of noticing quirky verbal missteps - I'm only human, and I find these things amusing - but they are commentary on the THING, not the person wearing or saying the THING! One particularly strong memory from my youth (12 or 13 years old, I believe), was one of the leaders of my church's youth group making a joke about, "If you want to be popular, get six ugly friends", and all I could think of was, "What if you were one of the six ugly friends? How would you feel? Would you even know?" and other thoughts along those lines.
I truly believe that the experiences we have guide and direct us to where our strengths lie and what we most want to learn in our "mortal experience", and if we pay attention to these experiences and the lessons they are teaching us, we can develop our strengths and overcome our shortcomings and move into being who we really are. I'd like to think that my fringe-dwelling experiences have made me a more understanding, compassionate person who is proficient at separating the person out from the circumstance/behavior, and reacting - or even aiding - appropriately. At least I hope so...
Okay, I'll get off the soapbox now, and go find something appropriate to a "holiday" to do! Hope you're having a good one, as well! Thanks for stopping by!