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Welcome! ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Welcome to my little Den! Here you'll find all sorts of things- mostly blog challenges, but mixed in, you'll notice:  I'm a bit of a fangirl  My life is very busy I enjoy using emoticons  I don't tend to swear, but stuff happens. |
| [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] "Don't take enemies for friends"- just, holy crow, how accurate is this song in retrospect?  Also, my heart jumped to my throat after watching this again. As I was going through the drama of being on the board where I eventually resigned, I also started doing more expressive dancing as an outlet for my frustration and stuck-feelings. I lived in a 4-person apartment at the time and there wasn't much room to dance in the living room  , but it was enough for me to move around and get out my feelings. At the end of it, though, it was so bad for me that I unfollowed, and quite possibly (honestly, I probably did!) unfriended everyone from that group, on Facebook, except for the one girl who was never around because she was busy running her other organization, which I'd also volunteered to help with (be on her board). That organization was not toxic, and I successfully stayed on for the full year.  For me, at that time, though, I suppose the biggest irony was all those groups talked about "safe spaces" and the "Vegas rule" (what's said here, stays here, what's learned here, leaves here  ) and the whole time, I never actually felt "safe" around them. And not to sound overly confident in my abilities or anything, but I like to think my intuitions are typically pretty good- and as things progressed through the year and the quarters, I was dreading going to meetings and mentor training sessions, so I suppose by March, there really wasn't much left to do, but quit resign. I mean, considering that it's taken me this long to get comfortable with dancing in a crowd- if I started dance in 9th grade, that would make it 9 years now- I'm definitely not gonna be cozying up to a group of strangers I see a couple hours every week and spilling out my guts to them. Besides, I figured that if I didn't take the "Vegas rule" completely seriously, who knows who else might not be? |
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