Mental Notes
I’ve discovered some new things about myself, or rather I’ve rediscovered what already existed. (Very Christopher Columbus of me and just in time for Thanksgiving!)
I’m falling in love with old hobbies and also on the hunt to do the activities I’ve been saying for years I was interested in and never took any actions towards. (Lesson learned: fear kills passion.) Recently, I went to the Whitney Museum and unbeknownst to me there was a new exhibition entitled “Edward Hopper’s New York.” I enjoyed his focus on exteriors and the details in the architecture on the buildings even in simple sketches. You know what, I actually can go into a tangent about how we’re losing art and beauty in everyday life because people enjoy modern, open concept homes with no character and no depth, but I think I’ll leave it there.
My next step is visiting the Guggenheim and also a wheel throwing class I’ve scheduled for this Friday. I’m Bob the Builder in my house, so that kind of skill and coordination should be able to help me. (At least I’m hoping so!)
Along with changing my perspective and discovering new hobbies, I’ve been readjusting my boundaries when it comes to how I interact with other people
Growing up, I was always observant and quiet. I’m a listener. People literally come up to me and spill their deepest secrets to me. I’ve spent so much time listening to other people, I’ve been focusing on being more open about who I really am and connecting with people. Who could’ve predicated that the extroverts were onto something this whole time!
One interaction I had recently has been replaying in my head over and over.
If we’re in a group having a conversation and someone is directing a question at me, why would you take upon yourself to answer the question on my behalf? Why not let me answer it myself? Who would have a better answer about me and my life besides me? What makes it worse is, when a question is directed at you, little is said but when I’m brought up, it’s a tell all.
Mental note made. Big red flag.
