10 Months

It’s been 10 months since I last published a post on this blog. I’d considered closing it down, removing it from the internet. Not for any particular reason other than that maybe my fire had gone out. Understand, I was really quite happy (and am still, in other areas of my life). I’ve been really busy in a good way. And I felt less need to make change. But I kept this blog, live and on the internet.

There are so many things that I’ve written for it that I value. And of course I continue to believe in the worth of women. Yet I had stopped believing for awhile that continuing to strive for change was necessary. Things seemed so good!

With the recent election came a wake up call. Are some people so desperate that a woman wouldn’t run the US that they elected someone with no political experience and plenty of major flaws? Or maybe that has nothing to do with it. I’ve been busy doing other things important to me but some of those will take a temporary sideline so I can do some work for change. Writing doesn’t always feel* like the most practical work, however if it gives good people hope then it finds its value there.

I’ll write again.

 

*feelings are not facts!
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Maybe it Could be Ok…

…to share your story.

I’m reading a book by Brené Brown, called ‘The Gifts of Imperfection’. The author’s work was recommended to me by two guiding women in my life, who have made a profound impact on the way I see the world. The one who first told me of Brené Brown gave me hope that through my active participation I can heal my body, that I can live the life I imagine and not be held back by health concerns. The one who loaned me her copy of this book has led me by example since I was a small child, showing me that it’s ok to live joyfully and authentically and accept being as imperfect as humans can’t help being. It’s ok to play it by ear, measure once and cut twice, and -not only ok but vital- to love yourself through it all. This book deals with those same topics, and is exactly what I need to hear.

If we want to live and love with our whole hearts, and if we want to engage with the world from a place of worthiness, we have to talk about the things that get in the way– especially shame, fear, and vulnerability.

~Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

Brené mentions shame, that shame does not ‘like’ to be talked about, that when it has the chance to isolate us, it gains control over our lives. We all have shame. I know I do. We’re all afraid to talk about shame- interestingly enough, my friend mentioned this topic comes up a lot in her activist work with people whose homes have been foreclosed on. Talking about shame is the method that makes it go away.

What do you have shame about? I would like to invite you to send me an anonymous email with your story. If you would like your story shared as a post on this blog (I will do so at my discretion), please write at the top of the email or in the subject line of the email: “Share my Story on FGAF.” Send stories to feelinggoodfeminism@gmail.com

No matter what your story is about, there is no topic too big, nor too small. If someone else shares your topic, still write your story and share it. It is important. You may help someone else, and most importantly, you will help yourself.

I’m feeling good about wrapping up my shame in a cozy blanket of self-acceptance.

Women’s Manifesto

I think the following (from wikipedia) has the right idea, though when it was penned the intent was to reclaim the word ‘bitch’. I’d do no such thing. I’m all about starting where we need to start, reclaiming the word ‘Woman’.

“Feminist attorney Jo Freeman (Joreen) authored the “[Women’s] manifesto” in 1968:

A [Woman] takes shit from no one. You may not like her, but you cannot ignore her….[Women] have loud voices and often use them. [Women] are not pretty…. [Womenseek their identity strictly thru themselves and what they do. They are subjects, not objects…Often they do dominate other people when roles are not available to them which more creatively sublimate their energies and utilize their capabilities. More often they are accused of domineering when doing what would be considered natural by a man.”

Isn’t this cool? We seek our own identities through ourselves and what we do. Get it, sister!

Ain’t I still a Woman?

I’m feeling good about doing what’s natural; using my voice, and taking shit from no one.