“Don’t take it personal”.
I get told this…believe it or not. Hah. As if you could read here for any number of posts and not figure out that I am passionate and sticky-hearted. And I do.
Take it personal. Everything. Not just when someone says something cruel, but also when someone says something beautiful, or something funny, or something poignant.I once quipped that how can I take things any other way than personal, since I am a person. How else can I take things?
But what I think, is that people are really saying to me: “Charissa…when you show your emotions and reveal your heart in an unashamed and unabashed way, we get uncomfortable and we don’t want to be uncomfortable. So please have some savoir faire and conceal your emotions behind a bemused and distant facade like the rest of us do.”
I think you would all be somewhat shocked if you knew how often I actually do this very thing…but the cost of this to me? Just everything that makes me uniquely me…such as sensing someone’s pain and sorrow…such as seeing who they are in a glance and processing years of history in one taste…such as having a timely word that is bloody and rich in healing…such as the funny saying and humorous word that releases and sets free…such as the honest and direct pledge of being present whenever called on…
nuffin’ real important…just the freaking bleeding bloody essence of me.It gets confusing really fast. Because here is one thing that happens regularly: Something happens that is painful, and I do my best Lady Gaga and work on my poker face…and the astute in the area will sense that I am not being genuine and will upbraid me as not having been forthright.
So I go ahead and honestly reveal what has hurt me…and then get told to not take it personally.
See what happened there?
Today is an equilibrium regaining day…events of yesterday were hurtful…no one’s fault, just the way it is in this world…and I wrestled with an admonition that I had said something was okay and sorta tried to pass it off when I was in fact hurt and very confused over why something had happened that happened…and regarding those same things another exhortation to not take things personally. Be authentic and show the hurt…but don’t take it personally…
I confess that I do not know how to do this. I really do not know, and am gonna have to learn what that all means.But then again, there are a lot of things I don’t know…like why people who knew me for years now think I am totally insane, or possessed, or that I am involved in some sexual practice (HAH! God knows the absurdity of that!)…like why people still misgender me regularly and not knowing if this is due to something I am doing or something I am failing to do…like what to do about a frame and a voice and all that stuff that has literally nothing to do with my true essence and self.
It’s a raw day…and Grace Notes is where I work thru things…writing my heart out…writing my pain out…clarifying to myself what it is I have experienced and what I think. So far, hundreds of you have chosen to come along on the journey…thank you for that…and I give you permission to take the things I say to heart.
If you are an emotional person, that may look like taking it personally…and if you are a calm person it may look like thinking things thru and changing behavior.
Either way…I am pressing on, forgetting what lies behind and pressing on…
“I think you would all be somewhat shocked if you knew how often I actually do this very thing…but the cost of this to me?”
I can only imagine.