As my journey on this planet continued and I gained confidence that I did indeed have a right to speak up for myself, and have a voice, wisdom and self-control has become my friend.
It’s never been my position that any of us ever have the right to be rude or belittle other people. Rather, it’s always been my position that if we are rooted in love and grounded from a sane estimate of ourselves, that our expressions will evolve from the sphere of dignity and grace. And, that speaking with a velvet voice truly becomes powerful. Sometimes, the quieter we speak, the more loudly we’re heard.
You ask, “Who am I kidding?” When the gal in the supermarket ahead of us is digging in her handbag for her debit card with two tired and cranky children wiggling around while a crying toddler straddled in the top of the shopping basket is trying to tear into a bag of chips, and all we want to do is just get through the line and head for home…the patron has the gall to ask if we mind waiting while they go fetch a jar of pickles they forgot, most of us aren’t thinking of finding our best velvet voice for our forthcoming verbiage.
No, we’re probably more than ready to give them a piece of our mind in our best screechy voice.
But, wait, where does that get us? And, how does it make us feel as we dash out to our car? Most of us will initially feel pompous for exercising our right to give that patron a piece of our mind for making us wait. But, as we drive home and calm down, we begin feeling like a heel and possibly even berate ourselves for our verbal explosion. A better way would be to express our thoughts about the scenario at hand from a position of personal power (adult dignity) and self-composure. We’d have a very different drive home!
Until next time…Top Blonde… speaking up!
Note to my readers: Thank you for visiting my blog. I hope you’ll come back often to see what's new. October 22, 2008, is my initial post and gives the premise for my blog on speaking up for yourself. I hope to see you again soon! Your comments are welcome!
It’s never been my position that any of us ever have the right to be rude or belittle other people. Rather, it’s always been my position that if we are rooted in love and grounded from a sane estimate of ourselves, that our expressions will evolve from the sphere of dignity and grace. And, that speaking with a velvet voice truly becomes powerful. Sometimes, the quieter we speak, the more loudly we’re heard.
You ask, “Who am I kidding?” When the gal in the supermarket ahead of us is digging in her handbag for her debit card with two tired and cranky children wiggling around while a crying toddler straddled in the top of the shopping basket is trying to tear into a bag of chips, and all we want to do is just get through the line and head for home…the patron has the gall to ask if we mind waiting while they go fetch a jar of pickles they forgot, most of us aren’t thinking of finding our best velvet voice for our forthcoming verbiage.
No, we’re probably more than ready to give them a piece of our mind in our best screechy voice.
But, wait, where does that get us? And, how does it make us feel as we dash out to our car? Most of us will initially feel pompous for exercising our right to give that patron a piece of our mind for making us wait. But, as we drive home and calm down, we begin feeling like a heel and possibly even berate ourselves for our verbal explosion. A better way would be to express our thoughts about the scenario at hand from a position of personal power (adult dignity) and self-composure. We’d have a very different drive home!
Until next time…Top Blonde… speaking up!
Note to my readers: Thank you for visiting my blog. I hope you’ll come back often to see what's new. October 22, 2008, is my initial post and gives the premise for my blog on speaking up for yourself. I hope to see you again soon! Your comments are welcome!
