I have had a few different words and names thrown at me in the last few months, and not all of them particularly positive or kind. Some obviously with the clear intent to hurt, said in anger, and others dressed up as “constructive criticism”.
To list what has been said here though, will continue to give the negativity too much power, and too much power has already been given.
On the other side of the coin, I have also been called many nice things, including “a good friend” and “a fucking ANGEL”.
So why bring this up? Because despite what our mothers might have told us, words will hurt us, and as such we must choose them carefully.
Thoughtless words can destroy a person’s confidence, damage reputations and even impact on future aspirations. But yet, the right words, can lift a person up, can heal the hurt and bring happiness to someone’s world.
“You catch more flies with honey than vinegar” perhaps has more truth than the old defensive “sticks and stones” saying.
And if there are times when perhaps something negative should be said, we should try to still be encouraging and focus on the positive.
Our TV screens are filled with images of hate, anger and hurt. Politicians are feeding on it, spewing forth words of division and fear. People troll the internet, simply looking to tear people down.
We are so used to zooming in on the negative, that all the positive and wonderful is overlooked.
So think before you speak, take a breath before you blurt. Instead of breaking someone with your “constructive criticism”, say something nice. Be respectful, encouraging and fair.
Take a moment and put yourself in their shoes.
After a week of huge emotional ups and downs, Hubby and I escaped the city and headed to a local wine district to switch off and recharge. Where once I would feel compelled to Facebook and Instagram every meal, every moment, I no longer desire to take the world along on my “dirty weekend”
Internet was switched off and the phone was used only as my camera.
When I arrived home, after over 24 hours of “offline”, the world was still turning, there was still dishes in the sink and my children were still alive.
And I was revived.
Yes, I did post some photos on Facebook and Insta after we had unpacked. It was a very wet and cold weekend but it was fun. We walked along bush tracks and enjoyed delicious red wine in front of a wood fire.
We were serenaded by kookaburras and greeted with a rainbow as we drove back into the city.
And we laughed and talked and just enjoyed being together.
Something we just don’t do often enough perhaps.
We left just after Saturday class. I wasn’t allowed to ditch it and I have started something new and wonderful. (stalk my Instagram to see what)
But before you see new, I still want to catch you all up on what I was doing while I was gone from here.
I have been having fun painting my friends’ fur babies. Usually 12″ square on canvas sheets in acrylic paint. And so far have been pretty well received.
I am thinking that there is a pretty good market for pet portraits and so I plan on being open to commission enquiries. As with all my art, they would be priced according to size and amount of work involved.
I am discovering that there is equal amounts of fun as well as challenge in portraiture. Where once it terrified me, and I would paint people without faces, now I am enjoying capturing the similarity between what I see and what I paint.
And looking back on my early efforts, it really does prove that practice makes perfect.
Perhaps i will do a slide show here sometime, just on the people portraits I have done. I think that might be a cool option.
For now though, I probably need to get off my butt and do something productive. It’s Monday morning, a new week has begun and the sun is bravely trying to break through the clouds.
Sending out smiles, hugs and kindness.