Three Things, my Wednesday post series, inspired by my love for bite-sized, tiny but mighty pieces of information.

One. This —

Have you been around someone with fan-fucking-tabulous boundaries? They manage to strike the perfect balance of genuine kindness with firmness.

A request comes in to said woman with a solid sense of herself: “I’ll be in the area before your gathering, is it ok if I pop in earlier, maybe about 5:30?”

“Why no Linda, that won’t work for me, but I am so happy I’ll be seeing you at 7.”

Respect for this. And if it’s in a group dynamic, the energy shifts. Toward Her. The one that knows how to place herself first. Wheels turn and systems whir in our heads. “Did you see how she did that,” we think. Effortlessly standing for herself. Not at the expense of others. Not at all. But for her own good.

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Two. “I’m great at __________” —

Fill in the blank. What’s something in which you simply, hands down excel? A skill that slides in so easily, you’re not even going to mention it because it doesn’t feel like a thing. Do you know what they are and have an answer ready on your lips? If so WELL DONE. If not, call a time out and do some thinking. We spend an inordinate amount of time talking/thinking/dreaming/complaining at all the shit we’re bad at and so little time considering our strengths. Fuck that. I want to change this. I’ll start, wanna know a few of mine?

1. After telling myself for years I’m math challenged (mostly true) I now know with certainty I’m a whiz at calculating percentages. This is a solid, daily, math skill to have. Yay me!
2. I can sell the shit out of things. My used laptop, a car, a bike. I’m mensa level at this and could easily write a post series how to do this.
3. I can cook a full-on, tasty meal out of a seemingly empty refrigerator and a piece of celery. I’m the MacGyver of the barren reefer.

There. I rattled off three. Now I want to hear yours. Truly. In the comments, tell me one of yours.

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Three. Storms. —

Have you seen this posthumous piece by Holly Butcher? She died on January 4th, 2018 and wrote these words for her family to post after her death.

A spot-on perspective reminder.