I feel as though I find myself in some garden. And I found myself a beautiful butterfly.
It flies around me fluttering back and forth as if to play with me. It lands on my finger and shows me its beautiful wings. As if to smile at me and grace me with its beauty. It picks up its wings to flutter again and lands in my hair. As if to compliment me on how beautiful it thinks I am too. How wonderful it is to find such a beautiful friend, one you make happy and they make you happy too. If Im lost in the garden I can trust this butterfly to lead the way. If the butterfly is stuck anywhere, it can trust I can help it out of that bind.
Then one day I touch its wing, because it is so pretty, but instead this hurts it. Almost injures it. And it looks at me as to say Why are you hurting me? And I say I am not. I see it struggle to get proper footing because it is hurt, so I try to hold it to help. Again it is injured. I didnt mean to hurt it. It looks at me as if I have become an enemy and tries to fly away but stumbles. I try to help it up and it feels I am trying to trap it. Every move I make makes things worse. I no longer know what to do. I cannot change its mind on how it views me.
And all I did was want to care for it, enjoy its friendship and make it happy, share our happiness.
Thursday, 25 July 2019
Thursday, 18 July 2019
ha. ha. h.....
Growing up, in my late elementary school years, I remember a particular Uncle and aunt who I thought were so funny!
So funny that, one time I was standing in their kitchen drinking a glass of water when my aunt, who sat in front of me holding her little one said something hilarious and I did not have time to drink. I ended up showering both her and my little baby cousin in her lap with my diluted saliva!
I thought they were a pretty cool couple.
Sometimes I even wished my folks were that cool and funny.
I thought that they had a fun relationship. I assumed it was filled with laughter and this must have bonded them. In comparison my folks who seemed pretty boring.
I remember a particular incident as they were leaving our house after a visit. They were at the foyer and my aunt made a comment, actually a few about my uncle that made me crack up.
She said something about his character, making fun of him, like he always does this or that. Eye roll. etc.
Hahaha !
--------
In my early 20s I remember visiting family in the states.
My cousin was married with kids.
Her husband is driving the car and we were heading back home after a day out and picking up some food along the way.
My cousin can be sarcastically funny. I find her a bit intimidating actually.
I remember her jokingly berating her husband about this or that - his driving or whatever it was at the time, for us to all hear, almost explaining to us, this is how he is. We had our laughs about it and he laughed a bit too, kinda giving up saying "ugh oh 'honey'" (honey in replacement of her name here, for discretion sake).
I thought they were a great fun couple - wow they can just say whatever to each other they are that comfortable and joke around. I remember also thinking he was so kind. He did everything for her.
---------------------
These instances of observation when I was young has led me to distinguish a key slight difference in the jokes or comments or perceived comrade-re/ affection I witnessed.
In fact, these jokes are made as put downs. Jokes or sarcastic comments that make everyone around laugh. And yes these are often made with an audience present.
There are jokes that bring to light a situation where we can all laugh and enjoy and it uplifts everyone around, not at the expense of another. There are other jokes that actually are slight jabs, demeaning, or disrespecting the other person for the sake of a cheap laugh.
"Making-fun" of someone is only fun for the person doing it and maybe spectators but not for the one being made fun of. People can look at the other person who felt hurt or slighly demeaned and say "oH you don't have a sense of humor! It was just a joke!" Or even, sometimes the person being made fun of does not really notice it at first. All they realize is that it was something they laughed at too but were made to feel uncomfortable, it was not uplifting and they do not feel closer to the person who made the joke.
I've learned that when people joke, there is a slight percentage of truth to it. Or at least truth in what the joker feels about it.
I find that kids do not notice these differences.Its just simply funny. And as we can see from above they never really learn that difference as they grow older, unless they are taught or have developed their empathetic awareness.
These jokes do not bring people together but make people compete. Separate. They breakdown a team or prevent one from forming. They drive a very fine divide and disconnect to the other person, and just like that Chinese water droplet torture method - It, as benign as it may seem, can reveal an underlying divide which simply gets fed more with these jokes. It can reveal an utter disregard or insensitivity to another person's feelings.
Well... unfortunately a couple years after each incident, the couples were no longer together.
So funny that, one time I was standing in their kitchen drinking a glass of water when my aunt, who sat in front of me holding her little one said something hilarious and I did not have time to drink. I ended up showering both her and my little baby cousin in her lap with my diluted saliva!
I thought they were a pretty cool couple.
Sometimes I even wished my folks were that cool and funny.
I thought that they had a fun relationship. I assumed it was filled with laughter and this must have bonded them. In comparison my folks who seemed pretty boring.
I remember a particular incident as they were leaving our house after a visit. They were at the foyer and my aunt made a comment, actually a few about my uncle that made me crack up.
She said something about his character, making fun of him, like he always does this or that. Eye roll. etc.
Hahaha !
--------
In my early 20s I remember visiting family in the states.
My cousin was married with kids.
Her husband is driving the car and we were heading back home after a day out and picking up some food along the way.
My cousin can be sarcastically funny. I find her a bit intimidating actually.
I remember her jokingly berating her husband about this or that - his driving or whatever it was at the time, for us to all hear, almost explaining to us, this is how he is. We had our laughs about it and he laughed a bit too, kinda giving up saying "ugh oh 'honey'" (honey in replacement of her name here, for discretion sake).
I thought they were a great fun couple - wow they can just say whatever to each other they are that comfortable and joke around. I remember also thinking he was so kind. He did everything for her.
---------------------
These instances of observation when I was young has led me to distinguish a key slight difference in the jokes or comments or perceived comrade-re/ affection I witnessed.
In fact, these jokes are made as put downs. Jokes or sarcastic comments that make everyone around laugh. And yes these are often made with an audience present.
There are jokes that bring to light a situation where we can all laugh and enjoy and it uplifts everyone around, not at the expense of another. There are other jokes that actually are slight jabs, demeaning, or disrespecting the other person for the sake of a cheap laugh.
"Making-fun" of someone is only fun for the person doing it and maybe spectators but not for the one being made fun of. People can look at the other person who felt hurt or slighly demeaned and say "oH you don't have a sense of humor! It was just a joke!" Or even, sometimes the person being made fun of does not really notice it at first. All they realize is that it was something they laughed at too but were made to feel uncomfortable, it was not uplifting and they do not feel closer to the person who made the joke.
I've learned that when people joke, there is a slight percentage of truth to it. Or at least truth in what the joker feels about it.
I find that kids do not notice these differences.Its just simply funny. And as we can see from above they never really learn that difference as they grow older, unless they are taught or have developed their empathetic awareness.
These jokes do not bring people together but make people compete. Separate. They breakdown a team or prevent one from forming. They drive a very fine divide and disconnect to the other person, and just like that Chinese water droplet torture method - It, as benign as it may seem, can reveal an underlying divide which simply gets fed more with these jokes. It can reveal an utter disregard or insensitivity to another person's feelings.
Well... unfortunately a couple years after each incident, the couples were no longer together.
Monday, 15 July 2019
feed your soul
Grounded.
I have heard this before but in the literal sense.
It sounded Hokey at first. But it made sense.
With technology and stresses surrounding us, and us being magnetic beings, it is easy for us to get caught up in a feeling of chaos, confusion or simply just getting off track.
So it has been suggested that grounding is - actual grounding ourselves to this earth.
Take a few minutes, find a patch of earth, get closer to nature, (dare I say) go barefoot and feel the grass between your toes and earth below your sole, feel the texture, the temperature, the smell of the air, breathe deep....take it all in. Literally, ground yourself.
I visited my folks in the burbs this weekend, and it was a wonderful day out. 26C with no humidity.
I sat in the backyard in the shade with my feet on another chair, looking up at the blue sky peeking between the lime and yellow green leaves under the dwarf pear tree. I listened to the relaxing rustling sound of the leaves from the wind blowing through the branches. The air I could take in deeply since any air than the one downtown is fresh to me. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my feet and the warm breeze almost hugging me. It made me sleepy.
Ever have that feeling that you lost yourself?
Ever have that feeling that you have lost your mojo?
I feel like I am constantly wanting to find something. Maybe it is looking for my purpose in life. Where is it that I belong?
And as of late I have felt I have lost my mojo. Looking and feeling tired. Neglecting myself and people around me who I care about.
I've always heard the saying - how can you love someone if you do not love yourself?
I've heard it so often that I find it almost becoming a cliche.
However, if I stop to think about it, which I have been thinking about lately.... in all my years on this earth, I feel like I do not love myself enough.
I've had my ebbs of ups and downs on this subject matter. I feel like it was the highest when I was in my professional school, after university.
I'm sure my young self would have a different opinion.
But through difficult times and major curves along the path, I may have hardened toward myself.
Lost a bit of that confidence. Reverted back to the feeling that I do not deserve things.
I also think it is a constant battle in life. I do not believe you just come to a place of self confidence and self love and the world opens up and you remain in that state. It always gets tested along the way. Once you pass, another obstacle comes up. Once you think you have figured it out, you realize that you did not have the answer.
I do not know the path to self love, self confidence, or finding ones purpose on this earth.
But I think that it is good to have a few moments to think about what it is that I feel about things. What is it that fuels my soul? What areas am I drawn to? Where is it that I want to go?
How does it look like to truely love myself?
This weekend I wanted to hang out with a couple gfs of mine and I realized they were busy, rightfully so because I have not been hanging out with them for a long while. I was thinking of going to a Fringe play by myself even, but the ones I wanted to see were sold out. And I've been so tired lately as well, maybe lingerings of jet lag.
I got to hang with family a bit. I hung out with my niece who I am so proud of and was reminded of my own coming of age years and wondered how I even handled that time. Most of the time though, I spent on my own. I realized it maybe a good thing every now and then to find myself during those times to see what feeds my soul.
One thing I know, I definitely need to love myself more.
Random website on feeding souls lol.
I have heard this before but in the literal sense.
It sounded Hokey at first. But it made sense.
With technology and stresses surrounding us, and us being magnetic beings, it is easy for us to get caught up in a feeling of chaos, confusion or simply just getting off track.
So it has been suggested that grounding is - actual grounding ourselves to this earth.
Take a few minutes, find a patch of earth, get closer to nature, (dare I say) go barefoot and feel the grass between your toes and earth below your sole, feel the texture, the temperature, the smell of the air, breathe deep....take it all in. Literally, ground yourself.
I visited my folks in the burbs this weekend, and it was a wonderful day out. 26C with no humidity.
I sat in the backyard in the shade with my feet on another chair, looking up at the blue sky peeking between the lime and yellow green leaves under the dwarf pear tree. I listened to the relaxing rustling sound of the leaves from the wind blowing through the branches. The air I could take in deeply since any air than the one downtown is fresh to me. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my feet and the warm breeze almost hugging me. It made me sleepy.
Ever have that feeling that you lost yourself?
Ever have that feeling that you have lost your mojo?
I feel like I am constantly wanting to find something. Maybe it is looking for my purpose in life. Where is it that I belong?
And as of late I have felt I have lost my mojo. Looking and feeling tired. Neglecting myself and people around me who I care about.
I've always heard the saying - how can you love someone if you do not love yourself?
I've heard it so often that I find it almost becoming a cliche.
However, if I stop to think about it, which I have been thinking about lately.... in all my years on this earth, I feel like I do not love myself enough.
I've had my ebbs of ups and downs on this subject matter. I feel like it was the highest when I was in my professional school, after university.
I'm sure my young self would have a different opinion.
But through difficult times and major curves along the path, I may have hardened toward myself.
Lost a bit of that confidence. Reverted back to the feeling that I do not deserve things.
I also think it is a constant battle in life. I do not believe you just come to a place of self confidence and self love and the world opens up and you remain in that state. It always gets tested along the way. Once you pass, another obstacle comes up. Once you think you have figured it out, you realize that you did not have the answer.
I do not know the path to self love, self confidence, or finding ones purpose on this earth.
But I think that it is good to have a few moments to think about what it is that I feel about things. What is it that fuels my soul? What areas am I drawn to? Where is it that I want to go?
How does it look like to truely love myself?
This weekend I wanted to hang out with a couple gfs of mine and I realized they were busy, rightfully so because I have not been hanging out with them for a long while. I was thinking of going to a Fringe play by myself even, but the ones I wanted to see were sold out. And I've been so tired lately as well, maybe lingerings of jet lag.
I got to hang with family a bit. I hung out with my niece who I am so proud of and was reminded of my own coming of age years and wondered how I even handled that time. Most of the time though, I spent on my own. I realized it maybe a good thing every now and then to find myself during those times to see what feeds my soul.
One thing I know, I definitely need to love myself more.
Random website on feeding souls lol.
Friday, 12 July 2019
black and white, right and left....
Again, since my patient this morning took about an hour to see instead of a half hour, due to our conversation.... I will continue the conversation here ....
My 70+ yr old patient went on to talk about how she had a meeting in her apartment with management and a few other members that represent the apartment residents.
Their issue is that they raised rent almost 50% when the Landlord and Tenant Board said it should only be 1.8%. (I guess it only applies to residential buildings that are under the Residential act but that's besides the point of this story).
She went on to explain that there was an asian man sitting to her right and a black man sitting to her left. Both fellow apartment residents, talking to the apartment management lady.
The asian man explained the situation quite eloquently and captured exactly what my patient was thinking about the rental increase.
Thus my patient said, "I agree with what the Chinese man said"
All but the manager were OK with her statement.
However the manager practically brought the meeting to a halt saying:
"what did you just say?!"
"I said I agree with what this Chinese man said"
"You can't call him that."
"Why not, he is Chinese."
"Well, that's not right to say that, its offensive"
The asian man chimed in "Hey whats wrong with it, I am Chinese."
"Well its not nice to say it that way, you should be offended."
"But I am not, why should I be?"
"Well, (addressing the man to my patient's left) how would you like it if someone called you a black man?"
The man answered, glancing at his backhand, "Well, I have no problems with that, I am black."
"Well its not right."
"Listen, I don't understand what I said wrong", continued my patient.
"Well, how would you like it if someone called you a White lady??"
"I have no issues with that, I am a white lady"
...... My patient paused and then continued.....
"But if someone said, that white lady rolling their eyes or spitting after in disgust, yes, I would have a problem with it. But otherwise no, I have to problem with someone saying I am a white lady, because I am one. It's HOW they say it that matters, the context and the attitude that goes with it, not the description itself. And no, I don't think there is anything wrong with me saying that this man is Chinese."
I laughed at this situation in agreement.
This apparently sums up a lot of what is happening these days.
Correction of words over correction of attitude. The focus is misdirected, though it means well.
It reminds me of the Munk Debates on Political Correctness, when Stephen Fry (a lefty) was sitting on the Righty side and explained why.
"I believe that one of the greatest human failings to prefer to be right than to be effective....... I don't care what you call me, it's how we are treated that matters....It's nothing to do with Political correctness, it's to do with human decency, it's that simple."
My 70+ yr old patient went on to talk about how she had a meeting in her apartment with management and a few other members that represent the apartment residents.
Their issue is that they raised rent almost 50% when the Landlord and Tenant Board said it should only be 1.8%. (I guess it only applies to residential buildings that are under the Residential act but that's besides the point of this story).
She went on to explain that there was an asian man sitting to her right and a black man sitting to her left. Both fellow apartment residents, talking to the apartment management lady.
The asian man explained the situation quite eloquently and captured exactly what my patient was thinking about the rental increase.
Thus my patient said, "I agree with what the Chinese man said"
All but the manager were OK with her statement.
However the manager practically brought the meeting to a halt saying:
"what did you just say?!"
"I said I agree with what this Chinese man said"
"You can't call him that."
"Why not, he is Chinese."
"Well, that's not right to say that, its offensive"
The asian man chimed in "Hey whats wrong with it, I am Chinese."
"Well its not nice to say it that way, you should be offended."
"But I am not, why should I be?"
"Well, (addressing the man to my patient's left) how would you like it if someone called you a black man?"
The man answered, glancing at his backhand, "Well, I have no problems with that, I am black."
"Well its not right."
"Listen, I don't understand what I said wrong", continued my patient.
"Well, how would you like it if someone called you a White lady??"
"I have no issues with that, I am a white lady"
...... My patient paused and then continued.....
"But if someone said, that white lady rolling their eyes or spitting after in disgust, yes, I would have a problem with it. But otherwise no, I have to problem with someone saying I am a white lady, because I am one. It's HOW they say it that matters, the context and the attitude that goes with it, not the description itself. And no, I don't think there is anything wrong with me saying that this man is Chinese."
I laughed at this situation in agreement.
This apparently sums up a lot of what is happening these days.
Correction of words over correction of attitude. The focus is misdirected, though it means well.
It reminds me of the Munk Debates on Political Correctness, when Stephen Fry (a lefty) was sitting on the Righty side and explained why.
"I believe that one of the greatest human failings to prefer to be right than to be effective....... I don't care what you call me, it's how we are treated that matters....It's nothing to do with Political correctness, it's to do with human decency, it's that simple."
Stand your ground
This morning I ran late with my patient's schedules because of my first patient.
We got carried away in an interesting conversation.
She came in a bit frazzled.
She is a 70 something yr old lady with grey long braids, one on each side, dressed in a plain long neutral shirt and slacks, usually in black or grey. She appears to be one of those people that does not like to listen to conventional talk, questions what she is told, head strong, somewhat stubborn and has this underlying dry humor - that if you only focus on her seriousness, you will miss it.
She calmly explained how she tried to park just past College street this morning.
She was adjusting her car to park along the street and had to reverse to drive through and align up to the curb.
Suddenly a porche pulls up in front of her, puts the nose of his car in and tries to reverse to push her back, essentially taking the parking spot she was just adjusting to get into.
The man then comes out of his car, hands on his hips and yells at her to move her car back.
She did not budge.
Move. Move your car. Back your car up. Can you just move! Move it!
She explained she regretted rolling her car window down to listen to what he had to say.
She was trying to explain that she was just moving into that spot but he did not hear her.
He said things like "are you stupid, just move back you have space to move back"
She was still calm, responding "No, I am not stupid. Are you deaf? Did you hear what I just said?"
Anyhow, this apparently went on for a few minutes with the man getting into his car, trying to squeeze into the spot, then finally leaving.
Listening to this I became anxious as to what she was going to do, and when I heard she calmly stood her ground I clapped. Yes!!
Having just a few weeks ago, got caught up in some serious expletive road rage myself, feeling shaken and wanting to cry because of the shock of it all... I admire how she handled this.
She explained to me that this, was probably more than she usually engages in road rage.
Normally if she is in a parking lot and people are fighting to get a spot she was taking, instead of getting upset, she stated that she sees it as a challenge of the universe/God etc. She handles it calmly, believing that if she does not get the spot, there will ALWAYS be another one soon after. And she said she has always found one instantly after that.
I know myself, that I have left parking lots having spent a good 20 minutes looking for one and resolving to do shopping later, resenting the fact I wasted a good chunk of my precious time for nothing.
I admire her attitude. The Peace she strives for. It made me think twice. I can be very reactive in situations and have been trying to work at that. It also made me think - why do we force things we think we want? Is it because we think there will be nothing like it? We won't find anything else? That we will miss out? Is it about pride and not "backing down"? Is it about the idea of winning instead of losing ? Is it that we feel we are more deserving of this than someone else? Is it that we fear the feeling of regret of what we let go of, or a chance we felt we missed? Is it the idea of right-ing a wrong?
That feeling of truly believing that there will ALWAYS be another chance, another better option, and that the universe is working for you and that things happen for a reason is really easier than it sounds.
But I guess I realize I should trust in that more, than forcing things and becoming upset over nothing really.... My patient today said that in those situations her sense of Peace within, is more important than the external situation of winning/losing/ being right or wrong.
And randomly here is Corey Hart. Cause he was touring and I missed it. But heard good stuff about the concert and this is one of those songs where it plays and somehow I just knew the lyrics to.
We got carried away in an interesting conversation.
She came in a bit frazzled.
She is a 70 something yr old lady with grey long braids, one on each side, dressed in a plain long neutral shirt and slacks, usually in black or grey. She appears to be one of those people that does not like to listen to conventional talk, questions what she is told, head strong, somewhat stubborn and has this underlying dry humor - that if you only focus on her seriousness, you will miss it.
She calmly explained how she tried to park just past College street this morning.
She was adjusting her car to park along the street and had to reverse to drive through and align up to the curb.
Suddenly a porche pulls up in front of her, puts the nose of his car in and tries to reverse to push her back, essentially taking the parking spot she was just adjusting to get into.
The man then comes out of his car, hands on his hips and yells at her to move her car back.
She did not budge.
Move. Move your car. Back your car up. Can you just move! Move it!
She explained she regretted rolling her car window down to listen to what he had to say.
She was trying to explain that she was just moving into that spot but he did not hear her.
He said things like "are you stupid, just move back you have space to move back"
She was still calm, responding "No, I am not stupid. Are you deaf? Did you hear what I just said?"
Anyhow, this apparently went on for a few minutes with the man getting into his car, trying to squeeze into the spot, then finally leaving.
Listening to this I became anxious as to what she was going to do, and when I heard she calmly stood her ground I clapped. Yes!!
Having just a few weeks ago, got caught up in some serious expletive road rage myself, feeling shaken and wanting to cry because of the shock of it all... I admire how she handled this.
She explained to me that this, was probably more than she usually engages in road rage.
Normally if she is in a parking lot and people are fighting to get a spot she was taking, instead of getting upset, she stated that she sees it as a challenge of the universe/God etc. She handles it calmly, believing that if she does not get the spot, there will ALWAYS be another one soon after. And she said she has always found one instantly after that.
I know myself, that I have left parking lots having spent a good 20 minutes looking for one and resolving to do shopping later, resenting the fact I wasted a good chunk of my precious time for nothing.
I admire her attitude. The Peace she strives for. It made me think twice. I can be very reactive in situations and have been trying to work at that. It also made me think - why do we force things we think we want? Is it because we think there will be nothing like it? We won't find anything else? That we will miss out? Is it about pride and not "backing down"? Is it about the idea of winning instead of losing ? Is it that we feel we are more deserving of this than someone else? Is it that we fear the feeling of regret of what we let go of, or a chance we felt we missed? Is it the idea of right-ing a wrong?
That feeling of truly believing that there will ALWAYS be another chance, another better option, and that the universe is working for you and that things happen for a reason is really easier than it sounds.
But I guess I realize I should trust in that more, than forcing things and becoming upset over nothing really.... My patient today said that in those situations her sense of Peace within, is more important than the external situation of winning/losing/ being right or wrong.
And randomly here is Corey Hart. Cause he was touring and I missed it. But heard good stuff about the concert and this is one of those songs where it plays and somehow I just knew the lyrics to.
Thursday, 11 July 2019
new words new words!
I believe I have heard these words before but did not really pay attention to what they mean.
I found them used in a funny and odd way by a patient of mine today.
She talked about her feet as if they were separate beings on their own, not anything she can control or have any influence over, and they basically had a mind of their own:
" I find that my feet can get pretty cantakerous"
"Pardon, what does that mean?" I asked chuckling
"It means Obstinate"
("ok, thanks, that clears it all up" - I thought sarcastically)
Yes, I am exposing my limited range of vocabulary.
But hey, there is room for 2 more words!
Cantakerous :
bad tempered; uncooperative; argumentative
Obstinate:
Stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or chosen course of action, despite attempts to persuade one to do so.
haha - those are some aggressive feet then...glad to have helped.
I have a friend who always used big words like that in everyday conversation. I told him it sounded pretentious, especially if people do not usually use those words commonly and not everyone knows the meaning. It actually can make a person feel like they are lacking. He said he didnt mean to make people feel that way, it was just a way of trying to enhance the description of something. I told him it would help to also pay attention to who he is talking to when describing things. Know your audience.
Yup and I am a simple.word.audience haha
I found them used in a funny and odd way by a patient of mine today.
She talked about her feet as if they were separate beings on their own, not anything she can control or have any influence over, and they basically had a mind of their own:
" I find that my feet can get pretty cantakerous"
"Pardon, what does that mean?" I asked chuckling
"It means Obstinate"
("ok, thanks, that clears it all up" - I thought sarcastically)
Yes, I am exposing my limited range of vocabulary.
But hey, there is room for 2 more words!
Cantakerous :
bad tempered; uncooperative; argumentative
Obstinate:
Stubbornly refusing to change one's opinion or chosen course of action, despite attempts to persuade one to do so.
haha - those are some aggressive feet then...glad to have helped.
I have a friend who always used big words like that in everyday conversation. I told him it sounded pretentious, especially if people do not usually use those words commonly and not everyone knows the meaning. It actually can make a person feel like they are lacking. He said he didnt mean to make people feel that way, it was just a way of trying to enhance the description of something. I told him it would help to also pay attention to who he is talking to when describing things. Know your audience.
Yup and I am a simple.word.audience haha
I was going to write more but ..
I was going to write about an article about DAD Shaming that a friend posted on fb today. But I am pretty tired lol.
All I wanted to say was that respect is important especially if you are a team.
Even if you think you can do things better or if you have a different view on something. Discuss later but show consistency, then alter a method together.
Why would you need to correct or demean the other persons decision.
Why would you say something horrible about a kids parent in front of a kid??
Unless the parent was being abusive and hurtful to the kid then call it out, but otherwise keep your own personal issues to yourselves.
Just makes the kid learn the same actions of disrespect and they learn not to listen/learn... anyhow yada yada yada.
What do I know?!
All I wanted to say was that respect is important especially if you are a team.
Even if you think you can do things better or if you have a different view on something. Discuss later but show consistency, then alter a method together.
Why would you need to correct or demean the other persons decision.
Why would you say something horrible about a kids parent in front of a kid??
Unless the parent was being abusive and hurtful to the kid then call it out, but otherwise keep your own personal issues to yourselves.
Just makes the kid learn the same actions of disrespect and they learn not to listen/learn... anyhow yada yada yada.
What do I know?!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)