via my wisdom pinterest board
You're damned if you do and damned if you don't, right?
One second, you can be on top of the world. Everyone singing your praises. The next, you make one little lapse in judgement and those same people are even more eager to burn you at the stake. You succeed, they cheer. You fail, well, they usually cheer even louder.
That's just life. It's going to happen no matter what kind of person you are. Good, bad, Britney Spears... no one is immune. I've been accused of a lot of things, but delusional I have not. Negative? Pessimistic? More than I'd like to admit. However, I still stand by to this day that I am a realist. I don't sugarcoat, won't pretend and most definitely solemnly swear from this day forth to not give a f*ck about the bullshit. If that makes me negative and pessimistic, then by all means, burn me a Scarlet Letter.
Because two things:
1. Consider your source. You get praise? Wonderful. But consider your source. Hitler was praised by millions. You get lambasted? Consider your source. Hitler lambasted millions.
2. Know yourself. In my blogging career, let alone my life, I've been praised and accused of many things. People have said I'm an "inspiration, an amazing mother, ballsy and gutsy and brave," and as much as I appreciate these comments, I know the people saying these things don't really know the real me, all they know is what I present, when the truth is I have the exact same problems and issues that they have. Yes, I may speak my mind and do so with conviction, but I don't let the "praise" get to my head because I know who I really am: someone who is flawed and definitely not foolproof.
On that same note, people have also commented that I'm a terrible mother, wife, and person. If I didn't know myself, these comments could very well get to me and ruin my day. But I do know myself, and so when I read things like this, they float straight into the abyss. These opinions hold no water. They mean nothing.
Because let me tell you. When my two little boys wrap their arms around me and kiss me and hug me and tell me they love me fifty times a day? That means something. When my husband says to me "you know, sometimes I really can't stand you but I ultimately love you and will 'til the day I die," well, that right there means something. When my mom says I'm doing an amazing job of raising her grandsons…yeah, that pretty much means the world to me.
So when some rando comments something nasty and negative on my blog/facebook/instagram/life/whatever, it's pretty easy for me to see it for what it really is: a worthless waste of human decency.
We all rise, we all fall.
You will have an abundant audience for both.
Just always consider your source
and know yourself.
(which is pretty much what I have figured out is the secret to happiness.)