Evening Reflection 014: My Two Cents

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Prompt 2-31: What do you think and feel about what your biggest critic thinks of you?

I’m writing this before evening… don’t care. If I don’t do it now I most likely won’t have time to do it later. These writings are important to me so I’m going to do them when I can without judgment. 

I don’t know which to start with first… what I think or what I feel…

I guess we’ll go with feelings. At least that would be following things in alphabetical order so there’s something giving this structure rather than leaving it to chaos.

I feel like shit. I feel cold. I feel… alone… 

Those are the things I feel when I beat myself up; when my inner critic harps at me and rants. Chastises. Berates. Insults. 

A new one she found last night was “Dumb Dragon”. Ox says I need to stop saying that to myself. I agree, but it feels like a new truth and I don’t know how to fight against the phrase when most of myself feels like it’s true. 

I feel like I have left myself alone in a dark place to fend for herself and she’s not doing very well. 

So… that’s what I internally feel about the never-ending inner tirade of criticism I give myself. 

What do I think about all of it? 

Honestly… Now, after having completed my first writing. Now, after beginning to see things from an outside perspective. Seeing myself a human… I feel like my inner critic needs to shut the fuck up. 

Like… seriously… none of what I am telling myself is helping ANYTHING. I know I fucked up. I don’t need to be constantly undermined and torn down when I try to stand back up. I don’t need to be kicked while I’m done. I need myself to stand with me in the mud and look down at my dirt-covered, tear-soaked hopeless face with compassion and love and either offer me a hand or even sit with me in solidarity until I find it in me to push myself up off the ground. 

I don’t need another enemy. I need a companion through the darkness in my own head. 

So yeah… my inner critic can go fuck herself. I’ll prove her wrong. Again. 

I’m not a dumb dragon. I can make not smart choices. I can do not smart things. 

I AM NOT DUMB. 

I am smart. I have amazingly unique strengths, which is something that work is helping me with because of course while my life is on fire, I’m excelling at work. I was accepted to the mentorship I applied to. I was given the opportunity to take the Clifton Strengths Assessment as part of it. 

My top 5 strengths, in order, are Restoration, Intellection, Input, Indivisiulization, and Connectedness. I’m sure Competitiveness is up there in the top 10 because fuck that chick and anyone else who thinks that I should stay down. 

No. 

I won’t. 

I can and will get back up. I will not let my story end here. I will not let this be my final or defining chapter. 

I don’t know where my story goes from here but I for sure know this isn’t where I’m going to let it end. 

Fuck you, Inner Critic. That’s what I think of your input. Stand on the sideline sneering down at me with your self-righteous bullshit opinion. You’re not the one living my life nor are you the one working through the emotional disaster. I am strong. I have strengths. And I will utilize them to keep getting back up when I fall down. You can’t stop me. I won’t let you. 

That’s what I think. And on that rage-filled draconic note, I’m going to go eat breakfast, because fuck not eating due to feeling worthless. 

Musing Moment 125: LFTIO – Strengths and Growth Areas

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DSS Leadership – Assignment 4
Book – “Leadership from the Inside Out”





Imagine yourself observing a dear friend talking about you with heartfelt love and admiration. What would your friend be saying?

Most likely something about how I am kind or caring. How I’m positive and non-judgemental. How I am accepting and understanding. Even typing those few sentences sitting alone, by myself, in front of a computer screen makes me feel uncomfortable. I don’t feel like I do anything special. I feel like I treat people decently and with empathy. I don’t understand why that seems like such a special thing or why people seem to appreciate it so much. It makes my heart ache to think that we live in a world where basic kindness is such a rare thing that it has become a loved trait worthy of heartfelt admiration.

When you are energized and inspired, what particular personality traits or strengths are you expressing?

Drive. Organization. Maybe slight control, depending on how you view delegation of tasks. Timeliness. Communication. At times, periods of reflection for self and reassessment of a situation goal or process. Determination. Problem-solving. Resourcefulness. Dedication. Passion. Possibly competitiveness.

What are some of your Conscious Beliefs?

I am a good person.

What are some of your Shadow Beliefs?

I am inadequate. I am alone.

When you are leading with Character, what qualities come forth? Do certain situations inhibit or express your character more?

Passion. Empathy. Openness. Positivity. Collaboration and inclusion. Laughter, smiles, and warmth. Fun. A sense of fulfillment and worthwhileness. A sense of purpose.

The more support I or the group receives and the less progress prevention encountered, the easier it is for me to maintain motivation and moral. The more negativity others feed into the situation, the more difficult and frequent the obstacles are to overcome, the harder it is for me to maintain not only the motivation and drive of others but mine as well.

When you are leading by Coping, what qualities come forth? What beliefs or fears are generating a reactive state of mind, emotion, or behavior?

Self-preservation. A loss of security. A need to do damage control by taking control. A need to minimize additional input at all costs because more input would be too much. Larger amounts of alone time to recover from or prevent burnout and a “kill or be killed” mentality in ensuring I get the time I want/need to recharge. A lack of empathy because it feels like no one cares about me or what I want or need to be ok. No one cares about my effort or all the things I’m already doing. What I’m doing obviously isn’t good enough because if it were I wouldn’t be treated like this or feel like this or be in this situation. Depression. Apathy. Losing connection with my inner self, resulting in a disruption of balance, peace and a loss of clarity regarding my priorities and values.

I fear not being good enough. I fear being told that I should have done something better because I feel I always try my best and if my best isn’t good enough then where does that leave me? What more can I offer? I can only be me. What do I do when I am found lacking or unworthy?

I fear making the wrong choices. I fear causing harm to others through my choices. I fear miscommunicating. I fear hurting people’s feelings.

I fear being abandoned. I fear the people I love dying and leaving me alone. I fear the thought of the fragile life I have been working to build for the past three years, crumbling around me to dust and having to find the will to start all over again. Yet, at the same time, I fear not getting the solitude and space I need to hear myself think and to let go of all of the external pressures which honestly don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. I fear losing myself in the noise which is our world. I fear being misunderstood. I fear not mattering or making a difference. I fear being forgotten and living a life in which it wouldn’t have matter if I were alive or not.

What do other people consistently tell you that you need to work on or develop? What new behaviors are you committed to practicing?

I honestly don’t know, and maybe that’s because I haven’t truly been listening or processing those pieces of the conversations. I feel like I don’t get constructive feedback from many people, if any. It’s hard to know what you need to work on when you’re the only person providing yourself with feedback.

I want to try to be more self-confident at work. I want to feel like I am a leader, regardless of my title or position, rather than feeling like I’m unworthy of being thought of as a leader because of my shadow belief of inadequacy.

At the end of your life, what do you hope people will thank you for contributing?

If, when I die, a line could be formed and people could thank me for something before I walk through the doors of death, I would want them to thank me for caring. I would want them to thank me for giving a fuck when so much of the world didn’t. I would want to be thanked for taking the time to listen to them and to make them feel like they mattered because we all matter. Every single one of us. We all have a voice. We all sing, and scream, and laugh and cry. We all are born. We all grow older than what we were. We all experience and love and grief. We all learn and make mistakes.

I feel that deep down, at the core of who we are as humans, that all we want is to know that someone heard us and listened to our story. I want to be known as one of the people who listened and truly heard what they said.

If you decided to take a new approach to living or leading, what would this new approach be?

Understanding my own shortcomings and flaws so I can better understand how I positively or negatively affect the people I interact with.