I was trying to figure out what to write about today so I started looking through my old posts from a couple years ago. Sometimes when I’m not sure what to post I look through there for inspiration or a post I can just copy and paste.
Copy and pastes are normally reserved for quotes, which I normally read before I post to see if any of them still hold true.
There was one that seriously hit home today:
“Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.” ― Shannon L. Alder
Someone made a comment about perspective yesterday. Something I may see as wrong is seen by someone else as fine.
Racial and gender issues are two things that come to mind right off bat for me. It’s been years but I’ve actually had a young lady tell me that I would have more opportunities in life than she would because of the color of my skin. I told her then it wasn’t true; I have more opportunities because I’m willing to chase them down. Who was right though? At the time, we both were. Later, there were some other personality traits that came out from her end, but it shocked me when she said it. It hurt actually; still does thinking back on it. But she wasn’t wrong; neither was I.
If we had both applied for the same job and gotten the interview, I would have failed. My personality is blunt; hers is coy. She dresses for success; put me in a dress or a penguin suit and it’s very clear I’m awkward. Agencies looking for stability would have picked her over me; I’ve moved around too much within the agency. I take chances and always look for ways to learn more, do more. Where I would have succeeded: My references.
Cages are words and comfort zones. They are the metaphorical blankets and physical situations/people we surround ourselves with. But who keeps us in those cages? Who holds us captive?
Bet your immediate answer is “I do.”
My answer to you: It’s not always you, but you do hold the key to the lock. Fear for both the unknown and other people’s opinions keep you from using it though.
Think about it this way:
How much do you not do because you don’t know anything about it? For me, the list is long but getting shorter. How many times do you stop doing something because you think someone will have a negative opinion of you? Almost stopped doing something last weekend because of someone’s comments. Said screw it and did it anyways, but it was something small. What about the big stuff?
Interesting thoughts for a Friday.
Listening to: Hamilton Soundtrack. I needed some Lin-Manuel Miranda in my life today.
Reading: Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer
Quote of the Day: “Winning and losing is not an external game. It is an internal battle over telling yourself the truth vs. lies regarding why you haven’t stepped into the life you dreamed of.” ― Shannon L. Alder