So, I have two more days of my 100 day blog post challenge. In the past couple of days there has been someone(s) who were upset by a post that I made. I don't feel the need to take on their pain. Mostly because I know that other people's triggers aren't any of my business. Triggers by definition are rooted in our past and have very little to do with what is happening in the moment.
This is different than who I used to be. There was a time that I would have run head first at full speed into this. I'm a warrior. The problem with this is that I like the fight. It's how I sharpen my sword. There are lots of people ready to fight but the biggest part of being a warrior is knowing when not to fight. The call to battle is seductive for a warrior but real warriors don't just fight to fight. Real warriors have a sense of honor. Real warriors know when to hold their peace.
One of my elders taught me, when giants pick on little people they are just bullies. I have learned what battles are mine and what ones aren't.
Quanita
"Real warriors know when to hold their peace." Ah, yes. Even within me, recognizing the trigger, whatever it might be, and holding my peace. Waiting. Breathing. And still ... standing for the thing that needs me to do exactly that. In my work as a school psychologist, I was called upon to stand for a child or a group of children. And that was right. They had no voice, and it was my work ... and my privilege ... to stand for them. In truth, however, I was also standing for myself, for the little one in me who had no one standing for her. I stand for her now as well, when I need to. Part of my learning…