I’m going to blog for 30 days straight starting May 1st. No biggie. If you want to join me, please visit every day and pop your link in the comments.
In April, I lost my pretty. I just couldn’t find it anywhere. Every day found me facing the mirror with one helluva grimace and these words turned way up to 11:
Who IS that haggard looking woman? Where did my FACE go?
This is what happens when you’re depressed and crying all the time. Yes, you have to move through it. Yes, you have to sit through the pain, but while you’re in it, it can feel a little bit like your pretty has gone missing. It can feel a little bit like YOU’VE gone missing.
Endings that you don’t want are weird that way. It can be a little like you got left behind in the thing you didn’t want to end and in your place stands this person you no longer recognize. Your happy? Back there. Your vim and vigour? Back there. Your get up and go? Got up and left.
Not entirely true, because no matter what’s going on, my get up and go never quite gets up and leaves, but true enough for our purposes.
Yesterday, I said “TRIBE?? I lost my pretty. HALP!”
I wasn’t looking for beauty advice or (pleasegawdno) advice on how to get over it, move on, be happy alone, etc. etc. I know all about all those things. I was looking for those who could to remember my pretty and send it back to me in the form of witnessing and gentleness and lighting candles and praying prayers.
Why’s my pretty so damned important that I’d ask my tribe to help me find it?
Pretty is how I operate in the world. It’s a head up, shiny-eyed kind of attitude. It helps me greet the barista with a smile. It helps me say hello to strangers. It helps me feel like myself. And no, it’s not about looks, though the me of January was smokin’ in my eyes and the me of April was not so much. But that not so much stemmed from how I *felt*. How we feel shows up in our bodies and faces. What we’re experiencing gets tattooed on the body in the form of dark circles, a perpetual frown, sloped shoulders, puffy eyes…
Anyway, I asked for help finding my pretty, and I got it, and I’m grateful.
Ti reminded me how brave and beautiful it is to ask for what you need. There was a time when I had a lot of not-so-kind people in my tribe, and asking for what I need would result in someone calling me an attention whore or whiney or accuse me of vague booking. Despite having had those kinds of experiences, I still blog and post the truth of my experience. Despite the fear that someone will come kick me when I’m down, I can still admit when I’m down and ask for witnessing. Ti is right. That IS hella brave. That is medal-worthy.

This is me, feeling like a goofball because I lost my pretty and then FOUND IT.
*Grabby hands where is my medal*
What I’ve learned though is those who react negatively to someone else having feelers tend to be pretty wounded. I mean, why else would you kick someone when they’re already down unless you are in possession of a big old pus-filled wound yourself? So now, if I get negative feedback in response to my pain, I bless it. It is a gift. It reminds me that *I will not end up bitterly crapping on anyone* because *I’m not repressing*. I’m sharing. I’m getting loved up when I need it, and because I get my loved up rations taken care of regularly, I can love you up, too.
Win!
The Internet tells us Haters Gonna Hate. You know what, though? I think haters are hurting. I think blessing them is better than writing them off. You know what else? Blessing them makes me feel a whole lot prettier.
And that’s shiny!
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In Other News
The 30 Day Painting Challenge starts today, and I already spent about an hour making a really disgusting looking mess on a 6 x 8 canvas. I got discouraged (not a great way to start a challenge), pulled out a jar of Absorbent Ground, and slathered it on. This is very rare for me. Usually I ‘push through’, but this challenge is not about that. It’s about getting 30 paintings out in 30 days. Pushing through on something I absolutely hate sounds like a big waste of time right now. Slather, begin again. If I don’t have something finished by the end of the day, I’ll carrying it over into tomorrow.
I’m feeling pretty determined, even if I am off to a craptacular start.
And that’s it for now.
I’d be tickled to have you in BOD2014 V2. We’re only on week one, so booya! Come on over.
Everything pretty about you … heart, soul, face, art …. is back! Hang on to it.
Thank you, sweetness. I plan to! <3
I don’t think you lost your pretty, it was there all along. :)
It’s hard to remember sometimes, but my tribe mirrors me beautifully! xo
<3
Right back at you. <3
Hugs!!
(((Hugs))) and smoochies!
I like your kind of pretty. It makes sense. I don’t know if that comment does (LOL) but…. tis what I’m feeling at the moment!
Even when you feel like butt, you still inspire the shit out of me. I am so blessed to have you in my life. :) Thank you for these wise words. They are super timely for me here lately. <3 <3 <3
I did 30 in April. Can I do it again in May? I have no idea!!! But I did it today.
http://threerosescreations.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/comparison/
I agree with you about the haters, I, too, believe they are wounded and it does feel better to bless them. Love the pic of you, you are glowing in it. I’m in for 31 more days, can’t believe I’ve done 30 in a row so why not continue? Here’s my link: http://journeybacktowholeness.blogspot.com/2014/05/day-31-following-my-muse-for-another-day.html
I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn’t me today
Often when I’m happy Maria’s song from West Side Story runs through my head and I whirl around like she does in the movie. (and I’m way too old to whirl!). May I be presumptuous and gift this song to you today because you’re finding your pretty again. Woohoo!
I didn’t do well in April but bring on May…lol Thanks for keeping us inspired Effy!!
http://amethystalcove.blogspot.ca/2014/05/hello-may.html
Effy, I am so enjoying reading your personal blog. You are so open, honest and down to earth about your life, that is shines little rays of hope and sunlight for me on days that are not so good. Thank you for that. You certainly seem to have found your pretty again, what a lovely picture of you!
I’m on board again, Effy!
Shine on!
Kelley
http://creativedwy.blogspot.ca/2014/05/one-small-stepday-1-of-30.html
I’m so glad you found your pretty. Here’s my blog post for May 1st: http://sirensongofthenight.blogspot.com/2014/05/april-blogalong-with-effy-wild-belated.html