hate? ANY KIND OF PLATITUDE WHEN IM IN CRISIS OR STRUGGLING. stuff like: breathe, breathe or “trust in the universe”

M.

While trying to remember similar sayings from my parents, the only thing I’m retrieving is how my mom used to respond when I would whine to her about something. She’d sing to me, “My heart bleeds for you.” It was an effective way of helping me realize I was being a whiny baby.

I’ve heard this from multiple people through out my life. Where as, I think this is more a business mindset in high school this was my usual mindset.

Luckily, I have a select core of girlfriends that I don’t have to worry about this mantra but I understand the logic of it all.

First time poster, I love your blog. Very awesome.

From Mom: “My job is to raise you for others to love.” Flush this one down the crapper already!! Her job was to raise me to be a self sufficient, productive, moral adult. Whether or not anyone loves me has very little to do with my worth as a person. This gave me a damn complex. I thought if someone didn’t like or love me, that it was my fault and I failed at something.

Re: making an omelet. I had an interesting talk with a mentor of mine a few weeks ago, as things with Drama Girl were reaching critical mass. He told me that I could “whack her” if I wanted to. He said “When I was your age, I would have whacked her and burnt her house down!”. You know what else he said? That is it was his work and not his people skills that furthered his career- all the egg breaking only earned him a reputation of being a loose cannon. Now he makes a point of making people feel good, no matter what the situation, and everyone wants to be on his team.

To quote my Dad, “He puts his pants on the same way everyone else does, one leg at a time.” This was when I asked him what it was like to talk to business folks high up on the ladder. I actually liked this lesson as it taught me from a young age that no matter what position we have in life, we’re all equal… we’re all people.

To quote my Mom, “You see your friends with your heart, not your eyes.” She told me about a childhood friend who her mother thought was ugly. My mom didn’t see her friend that way, because she knew the kindness of her friend’s heart. Another good lesson to learn at a young age.