eTHEgoddess

I am a sweet girl. Truly. (Just ask me, I’ll tell you…)  I am a fiercely loyal friend and am generous in nature. I believe what my grandmother taught me:  Kindness is always within your power, even when fondness is not. I live by that. Call me old fashioned but I believe in the Golden Rule.

None of that means I’m a doormat though. Far from it. It would be a mistake to take my kindness as weakness. In case you haven’t noticed, I am not shy about speaking my mind. I like to think it’s part of my charm, but either way, it’s who I am.

 I have no problem telling someone they hurt my feelings or crossed a boundary. I think being honest and vulnerable is a good thing. It makes me feel empowered. I don’t expect people to read my mind. I believe in respectful communication. It’s the only way I know to evolve personally and to develop genuine, deep, meaningful, nuturing relationships with others.

I don’t require people to agree with everything I say or think. I like intelligent discourse. I also like that people respect me (and themselves) enough to tell their truth. 

I hate drama. I hate ugliness and cannot understand people who are entertained by it. Weren’t we all taught about the boy who cried wolf? And that making mountains out of molehills was a pathetic plea for attention? Come on people, this isn’t rocket science…

I am a problem solver. I have a natural tendency to build bridges and connect people. I often see the misunderstandings that arise from a failure to communicate honestly and truly listen. Little things escalate into huge battles, based on simple misunderstandings coupled with defensive reactionary communication. There is just no reason for that.

I come from a family who yell, so these “repairman” skills developed early. I appreciate that we all have emotions, and sometimes need to vent, but it’s an exercise in futility with the absence of forward motion. Speak your peace, solve the problem and keep it moving. 

Sadly, because I manage hot situations by keeping my cool, some people think it’s a license to take the piss with me. Mind you, no one who knows me would bother, but people in extended circles do on occasion. This happened to me recently. I wasn’t surprised by it, considering the source, but I was caught off guard by the intensity of the attack.

It was a classic case of a moronic little dog who decided to start yipping, in reaction to misinformation. The entire thing could have been avoided by asking a simple question. Instead, little yippy started barking like a lunatic. It was completely out of control. Crazy likes crazy, so by responding calmly, I only angered the little dog even more.

That’s when little yippy learned an important life lesson. One she won’t soon forget —  

Some people don’t waste time barking at every little leaf in the wind.

Some people bite.