I had intended to write something different for today’s post, but then I ate a bag of sour Skittles, read through comments and replied to something that many would say didn’t deserve a reply. But I had sugar. And Sugar says I think it did deserve a reply. It’s not really intended for the one who left the comment. In fact, I removed it to save the drama of reader comebacks.
I wrote this for myself.
And I wrote it for my kids.
And I wrote it for you.
(art from up inside my head by my friend Abernathy)
Comment goes something like this:
your blog is supposed to be about enjoying the little things. Little things like showing off your kids chalk drawings and not your own.
Enjoying the little things doesn’t mean wearing aubergine tights to pumpkin patch in Florida!!
I would have preferred to see Nella and Lainey’s chalk drawings instead of your ‘doodles’.
Well thank you, I guess. I’m glad you have my blog figured out for me.
Listen, I had candy.
So a response. For me and for you and for anyone out there who needs a little HELLYEAH in the Be Yourself, Try Your Best category.
Here’s a little something I’ve learned the past few years. It holds true to the non-blogging world even more so, but I’ll keep it to blogging because–well, when in Rome.
It goes something like this:
If you post pictures of your kids’ art, they’ll say you exploit your kids.
If you post pictures of your own art, they’ll say you’re promoting yourself.
So, don’t post pictures of art. Ever.
If you wear gym shorts to the store, they’ll say you look like shit.
If you wear cute tights to the store, they’ll say you care too much (but thank you for noticing they were aubergine. Hate when people call them purple.).
So don’t wear clothes to the store. Go naked.
If you write about Down syndrome, they’ll say you’re using your child’s disability to get hits.
If you don’t write about Down syndrome, they’ll say you’re in denial and don’t represent the community.
So just stop writing. Completely.
If you smile, they’ll say you’re fake.
If you don’t smile, they’ll say you hate your life.
So, get Botox and call it a day.
I’ve received e-mails that I suck because obviously Lainey is my favorite child. And I suck because Nella is my favorite child. And good God, those poor girls, obviously Dash is my favorite child! I’ve gained weight! I’m too skinny! Too much writing/not enough pictures. Too many pictures/not enough writing! I can’t believe your friends are okay with you writing about them–way to exploit them! You don’t write about your friends anymore, you must not have any!
Here’s the awesome thing I’ve learned about ill-constructed and poorly given criticism: They all cancel each other out!
The lesson in all of this would be: don’t look right, don’t look left, don’t create, don’t share, don’t write, don’t talk, don’t breathe.
Well, that’s kind of bullshit.
I do believe in being yourself.
Maybe look like an ass sometimes.
Find good people who make you want to be better.
Listen to them.
Learn from them.
Weed out the crap. You’ll know it when you see it.
Be true to yourself.
Be your best.
Here’s the other funny thing I learned. If the same people keep coming back to tell you they don’t support you anymore, they don’t really mean it because they keep coming back to tell you they don’t support you anymore.
Oh, I’m a picture girl, and there are no pictures in this post. Okay. Picture a giant field of daisies. And I’m running through it. And I’m wearing aubergine tights.
Wait. My friend Abernathy is an artist and she has a great way of transforming thoughts into pictures. So here. Applicable. I called her to see if I could use her art in a post and she said “I’m on a date, I don’t care, take what you want, I love you.”
See. My amazing friend who’s all up in my brain.