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This was one of those weeks for me. But I didn't take my own advice and hunker down.Sigh.
Here's the deal: I pride myself on saying what I think, standing up for what I believe in and looking out for my kids. I am outspoken and passionate. I expect a lot from those around me--especially those who are involved in my kids' lives. I am strong in my beliefs and I don't take much crap. And sometimes (most times) I make too much noise about things that annoy or aggravate me.
I am also very involved and contribute in any way I can to whatever we are involved in. I am conscious of those around me and am active in my community and school. I attend meetings and participate. I try to stay abreast of things that are happening and get involved when there needs to be change. When everyone else is afraid to say what needs to be said, I am the one they look to when the voice needs to be heard. I am the voice. And everyone loves that about me when I'm on their side. Not so much when I'm not.
That voice gets me in trouble a lot. And it got me in trouble again this week. It is these times that I need to just dig a hole and hold out until the smoke clears.
It's hard to be the voice because with it, you also get the "label"--you are a pain, a troublemaker, intimidating, unlikeable. There are folks out there who don't want to be told what is wrong and that we need to fix it. They don't want to hear what my thoughts are. They don't want you to do anything other than tell them that their world is rainbows, butterflies, and unicorns--and I'm not that sorta gal.
So, this week brought me jilted stars and wonky vibes, bringing all those who light torches on my behalf marching towards my door. Oh, it was ugly. I swear there was a call on Facebook to line up if you hate Lin Kautz. Wow. It was not a good week. And all those who smiled quietly as I rampaged on, quickly found their voices.....all at the same time. And used them. On me. This week.
Yeah, it was great.
As I'm digging my hole, laying low, and keeping my head out of the line of fire, I find myself clinging to good friends and trying to maintain my sense of humor. I'm trying to remember to laugh hard, ignore the haters, and know that there will be another day when more than just Joe likes me again.
Well, unless I have too many Bloody Mary's and stuff a paper towel roll in my shirt again--that's sure to win folks back again, right?