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My Name’s not Alice

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

I’ve been spending way more time playing sudoku than I want to admit to. It’s one of my favorite rabbit holes. The thing about the rabbit holes we choose to fall into? Usually, there is something in there that we need. Need to learn, need to see, need to feel.

 

Here’s what I’ve got so far:

 

  • What is invisible is just as important as what is visible.
  • Each change you make can reveal another opportunity, go through and look again.
  • A change in perspective changes what you see.
  • Sometimes you need to walk away and come back with fresh eyes.
  • Sometimes you need to walk away permanently, and just start something else.
  • There are days when you just can’t fail and there are days when perseverance is all you have.
  • Keep one eye on what you’re doing and the other on what’s going on around you. No, it’s not easy. Do it anyway.
  • Sometimes you work on things that you know how they’re going to end, like puzzles, because knowing feels secure. Be sure to balance that with the unnerving challenge of not knowing.

 

What’s your rabbit hole of choice? What do you get from it?

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We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

Hiding Your Beauty

Saturday, May 7th, 2011

Certain thoughts have been buzzing my randomly over the last few months. Where I get to see bits and pieces of how I think of myself and what I look like and where it all fits together. It started with the bikini, the revelations that is. Then, when I was first back in Dallas, I bought a dress, one where the hem is above the knee.

Because I wore knee braces pretty much every day since some time in 2004, I never wore skirts that were shorter than mid calf. And I never wore shorts. My braces disrupted the look of the outfit, managing to both embarrass and irritate me. Sometime when I was in Mexico, my knees just got too hot with the braces and I stopped wearing them unless I had my full pack on. And my knees didn’t suffer.

Don’t look at me

Back to the dress: I went to a coffee shop in Austin when I first went down to look for a place. When I walked in wearing jeans and a tee, no one gave me a second look. The next day, I wore the dress and heels and suddenly people were paying attention.

The other day I was walking down a main street and some guy leaned out his window, turned around and hollered “You got it girl!”. My first thought was about whether or not I wanted to wear shorts and a jog bra while doing Couch to 5K (I was headed to the walking path by the river, at the time). Well… Okay, my first thought was “Child, go back to mopping the floor at McDonald’s”, but my second thought was about my clothes and my body and people looking at me.

On my walk home my thoughts turned towards my glasses, they’re dark chunky plastic frames. They’re attractive, but they make me look more serious than my face looks on it’s own.

Where do these bricks keep coming from?

I used to wear cute dresses until I got married and then again just after I got divorced but before my knees started giving me problems. This is the long way of me saying that I’m wondering if I’ve gotten into presenting myself the way that I do so that people won’t notice me. I think I’ve been using my appearance to put another wall between me and the rest of the world.

So, now what? I need to get my eyes checked anyway, so this time I’ll get contacts again. I’m rebuilding my wardrobe now that not everything has to fit into my pack. In addition to my usual criteria, is it a natural material, can it go from dryer to closet without stopping by an iron, or at least be dry cleaned; I’m adding a question: do I feel attractive in this? Not sexy, not hot, just attractive. When I wear this, am I attracting the notice of other people, in a positive way?

 

Do you hide behind your clothes? I’d love to know how, why, and if you plan to do anything about it.

 

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But, I’m Busy

Wednesday, February 23rd, 2011

You may have noticed a lot of new things on The Social Caterpillar. Yep, we’ve got four new weekly series going on now and I’m working on a couple of projects. Shhh, they’re seekrit projects, right now. Then, there’s all the normal daily stuff we all have and oh, yeah, the weird stuff that goes along with living out of two backpacks.

Busy Busy Brain

So, I’ve been feeling reeeeeeeeally busy. And today, I kind of crashed, as in, I spent the day in bed reading a novel with phrases like ‘eviscerated brain’. Two things there 1) brains do not have viscera 2) I kept reading anyway. Which, in a really absurd way, brings me around to what busy really means. The crashing part not the eviscerated brain part, you’re with me here, right?

Good. On with the show…

To Do lists never end. You will never be done. You will be dead first. No, really, this is a good thing. It means that what you do changes and keeps you interested. It means that you are unlikely to get bored. It also means that you are in charge of what’s on your list.

Experiment!

Try something with me. Take everything on your to do list and move all the things that do *not* have to be done today to tomorrow. Including: grocery shopping (unless you are completely out of food and unable to afford take out), laundry (unless you will have to wear your daughter’s prom dress to work tomorrow), cooking anything (see above), writing your next post, and mowing the lawn (or shoveling snow, depending on where you are).

All of it. Move it to tomorrow. (Oh, just pretend, it’s an exercise for Pete’s sake.)

So, what’s left? That meeting? Reschedule it. Your dentist appointment? Reschedule it. Your daughter’s piano recital? That one, you can keep.

My Point, and I Do Have One

We create our schedules. We create our lives. And truthfully, we cram in way too much stuff and leave out all the goodies.

As introverts and HSPs, we get overwhelmed by too many people and too much stimulation. We need to schedule self care. We need to schedule fun. We need to schedule time to sit and do absolutely nothing.

Now, we’ve all got to dos that need to get done, but they are no more a priority than self care or fun.

I’ve been doing bunches of creating and organizing for the new series recently. Mostly, this meant not getting out of the house much. I kept getting weirder and weirder about going out. And I started thinking I didn’t like Brazil. Only, I’ve started scheduling beach walks and shiva nata time and suddenly, my to do list, while it isn’t any shorter, it’s better.

Making it Work

Now obviously you can’t just keep putting everything off until tomorrow, indefinitely. You will eventually run out of food, clean clothes, your teeth will rot and you’ll lose all your clients. That’s an awful plan. But, can you trade meals with another family one or two days a week? Can you hire one of your children (or a neighbor’s) to take laundry duty? Can you go to the farmer’s market as a self care outing and buy dry goods in bulk with friends and distribute them while socializing? If you get up an hour earlier to exercise, over time will the energy gain from strength building mean you don’t need as much sleep?

Not all of these ideas will work for you. In fact, maybe none of them will. My point is that you have options. Take a week and look at where your energy goes. Where do you want it to go? What’s one step that will help you shift from the first answer to the second? Please tell me it the comments.

Nobody’s perfect and goodness knows we don’t need any more guilt in our lives. If you need support, if you need ideas, please ask.

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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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Say What you Mean, and Mean What you Say

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

“Good-ness, I hate people”

I used to say that all the time, well, several times daily, anyway. Whenever someone would annoy me. Then, in March of last year, I started spending my time around intentionally positive people. People who gave thought to the words they used.

Hate is a very strong word.

Yes, it is, what’s your point?

And one day I realized how that sounded. I want you to understand, I didn’t hate the individual, but I did clump all of humanity and their (certainly not our) annoying habits together. And I reinforced that feeling of annoyance every time I announced my hatred.

So, I stopped. Well, I tried to stop. First I just noticed when I said it and then I made an effort to switch to a sarcastic ‘I love people’. (Like I said, I’m a big fan of baby steps). Eventually, I just quit saying it and one day, months later I realized how long it had been since I had said that I hated people.

LML

And, really, my life was all the more awesome for it. I had started my trip; met tons of new, interesting people; and was learning all sorts of things about myself. I felt all self aware.

Then at supper tonight, as we’re eating black bean soup, “I’m such an idiot.”

“What?”

“We have sour cream, tomato, and cilantro for the soup.”

“I’m pretty sure that doesn’t make you an idiot.”

Who you talkin’ ’bout?

Fair enough. Only, it made me think, if I’m not okay with talking bad about people I barely know, why am I okay with talking to myself that way? And really, I’m not.

I’ve been called out on this before. By six year olds.

When I was teaching, I made sure to modify my language to include phrases like phooey, fiddlesticks, and fizzlewhump, to replace their more common counterparts. But it didn’t occur to me to stop using words like dumb or stupid. At least when referring to myself.

And then, one day I muttered in front of them, ‘Sometimes I can be really stupid.’

“Ooooooooooooh! Miss Hunter said a bad word!”

“Miss Hunter, you shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not nice.”

And the tiny people have it.

Well, Heavens to Betsy, if they weren’t right. I would never talk like that to them and anybody I saw doing so would catch hell for it. So why was it okay for me to talk to myself that way?

Obviously it wasn’t. Still isn’t.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.
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What are you saying that determines your attitude? What can you say instead?

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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

The Beginning

Saturday, January 1st, 2011

You know that feeling, the one where you have no idea what to do next but you just can’t keep doing what you’ve been doing? That’s where I was this time last year.

I would go to work, home, and sometimes the grocery store. Everything else, I would bail on, unless I was (on rare occasion) intentionally ‘being sociable’. Once, I went six weeks without going to the grocery store. On the last day, I had quinoa and corn left and needed to eat before I left for the store. I found a soup recipe which called for corn, quinoa, broth, and salsa, the latter two I found hidden in the freezer. It was an awful soup, but once the quinoa absorbed more of the liquid, it became a rather tasty side dish.

Withered Friendships

But, back to the point, I had let all of my friendships lapse into the shadows. I would go for months without seeing anyone I considered a friend. Then we would meet for coffee or supper and then go another few months. Everyone had quit asking me to go out with them, because I *never* said yes. Every weekend, every evening, you would find me home with Netflix and my knitting.

I would look for Meetups, but even when I did find ones that I was interested in and actually had enough people for a meeting, I couldn’t make myself go. Thrusting myself into the unknown like that, yeah, not gonna happen. I did try to go to a book club meeting once, but I didn’t see a sign for the group and rather than ask for help finding them, I just left.

A Geographical Cure

At one point, I even considered moving to a new town just so I would have an excuse to meet people. Living in Dallas for as long as I had, without having a strong circle of friends, completely embarrassing. But, I thought, if I moved, I would have a built in excuse to need to meet new people.

So, when you’ve secluded yourself so thoroughly, you’ve shut everyone out so well, how do you start over? How do you get out?

For me, it was baby steps. I love baby steps. Taking one idea and executing the smallest aspect as a start. If you’re not leaving the house, then go to a museum or coffee shop. Just changing your routine sets the stage for making other small changes. Small changes when compiled build to create a shift in lifestyle.

What one small change can you make to shift your routine? What’s the next thing you can do to move you closer to having the life you want?

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In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

Love Letter

Monday, December 27th, 2010

My lovelies,

I’m so proud of you. You’re here because you’ve decided to come out of your shells and want to try new things, maybe meet some new people. You’ve decided to look for the first step, you may be a bit unsure but you’re forging ahead anyway.

Whether it’s shyness, introversion, being an HSP, being reserved, or something else, you’ve had a difficult time in social situations. Now you want to embiggen your social life. Adding new people, having parties, going to events, having a selection of starting points for beginning conversations.

You’re looking around to see what works and what doesn’t. Sharing and cheering, building on each other’s ideas and experiences. Trying and failing and succeeding and trying again.

Taking the little steps and the big ones too. Pushing at your limits and stretching your boundaries. Seeing where you can go next. Making discoveries that what you dreaded wasn’t as awful as you’d thought. That you enjoy things that you didn’t expect to like at all.

Thrilling in each new choice, attempt, trial, success, failure. Each time you push and stretch. Balancing going out and practicing self care. When you over balance and fall and try again. Spinning, twirling, and balancing…

And then…

Once you find your comfortable place that allows you to take your next steps, then you can look for the joy. Joy! And the disquietude that comes with it. Because, as wonderful as joy is, there’s no comfort in it. You can have an amazing life or a comfortable life, but not both, not at the same time.

The amazingness of finding and going after your joy and ecstasy, it’s not cozy, not safe, not comfortable. Which is why you first want to find a place where you feel cozy, safe and comfortable. So you’ve got that starting point.

To take the risk. To search for the joy. To go after what you want for your life.

Because you get to create your life, in whichever way you choose.

Yours in searching,

Kathryn

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Painfully Shy?

Tuesday, November 30th, 2010

In my last post about the differences between introverted, shy, reserved, and HSP, I stated that I believe I express emotions through pain. And then I connected it to Dabrowski’s Theory of Positive Disintegration and Overexcitabilities. Only, when Taryn asked in the comments for more resources, I realized that the information wasn’t as explicit as I remembered.

Why don’t you start at the beginning?

So, I’ve spent the last few days going back through my path to that realization in hopes that maybe it can help you too. On a side note, when I look at my circle of introverted, shy, reserved, HSP darlings, I can’t help but notice how many of us have pain/fatigue/migraine problems. This could be an issue of correlation v. causality, but either way, I find it interesting.

I’ve had a pain disorder for about fourteen years now. I have joint inflammation that you can feel as heat through my skin. My joints swell and make cracking sounds and I’ve worn away most of the cartilage in my knees. When looking at my joint scan, my doctor said it looked like I was lit up like the fourth of July (the colors indicating inflammation). I’ve also got some mild spinal fusing. I’ve previously had to quit a job, withdraw from school, and stop driving because I couldn’t function from the pain, all of which have been resumed/completed since.

I’ve had over $10,000 in tests done (I had great insurance at the time, thankfully) and not one had a positive result. Any diagnosis I have received was based entirely on my symptoms, but none of the three diagnoses I’ve received fit well with all of the symptoms.

All of this is to explain why I started looking into pain and stress. By nature I am a researcher; I love words and science and explanations. Research is my security blanket and I mentally collect information then tie it together with previous research. So, the short version of what got me here:

And so the dominos fall…

My mother, a nurse, got me started reading Dr. Andrew Weil’s book Eight Weeks to Optimum Health (not an affiliate link, but I strongly recommend it). He talks about stress and how it exacerbates inflammation.

A bit later, Caroline Myss had a column in a national women’s magazine, no idea which one, where she would work with readers to find the emotional root of their physical pain. She has since written a book, Emotional Anatomy and its follow up, Advanced Emotional Anatomy. I’ve downloaded the first one to listen to, but I may have to wait until I have a bit of vacation at the end of the month.

Then my dad began talking to me about a book he was reading, Molecules of Emotion by Candace Pert, PhD. He told me that Dr. Pert wrote that our emotions are biochemically based, to do with neuropeptides to be a bit more precise. This book also sits in my queue and, of course, I’ll share my response if you’re interested.

Later I read about how depression often goes undiagnosed because of atypical symptoms like loss of energy, difficulty making decisions, increased need for sleep, unexplained pain, and stomach ache and digestive problems. There are other symptoms, but those were the ones that I remember because they fit my situation.

So when I encountered Dabrowski’s Overexcitabilities I already had a background of knowledge relating to the correlation between mind and body as related to pain and stress. Several sites use the phrase “Physical expression of emotions” and some refer to a physical response to emotions, like having a stomach ache. I did finally find one site that mentions “stomach upset and nausea to more serious “gut” issues, nervousness, muscle tension, or other discomforts”, but it is a layman’s site, and I’m not sure what her sources are, although I have asked and will let you know what she says. *update* Lisa, from Everyday Intensity, got back to me with the recommendation to look at The Feeling of What Happens: Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness by Antonio Damasio. So, that’s on the reading list now too, but I have only been able to find it as an actual book, as opposed to a digital or audio book, so I may have to wait a bit to get my hands on it.

Bringing all this together, I believe that there are a wide variety of ways humans process emotion, and I personally, experience intense emotions that I can’t always handle and the excess comes through as physical stress, tension, and pain. If anyone has an interest in researching this further, I would love to talk to you and would especially enjoy hearing from someone who has done or wants to do any formal research.

I know that we are all especially sensitive to the discussion of our reactions-illnesses-sensitivities and I’d like to make a special request that we be extra gentle in the comments on this one. Please feel free to ask for more specifics or tell your story if you would like. I think by sharing our views and experiences with this we might all gain a bit of insight into our own situations and maybe we can learn from each other.
You know, you can get updates by email or RSS. Yay, updates!

In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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Using Your Words

Friday, November 26th, 2010

I’ve been sliding through trees and down volcanos recently, and I need a rest. So, now, it’s time for a vocabulary lesson. Wait! Really, this vocabulary lesson, it isn’t for you, not directly. It’s to help your extraverted, outgoing, gregarious, and/or in-constant-need-of-stimulation friends understand you and your needs a bit better.

Introverted:

Introverts get their energy from being alone. It’s how we recharge our batteries. That’s all. There are many shy introverts, but there are also plenty of outgoing introverts too, they just don’t get recognized as such since so many people use the word as a synonym for shy.

Some ways to express yourself:

“I need some alone time to recharge.”

“I need to spend some time by myself to decompress, can I call you in an hour?”

Shy:

People who are shy feel uncomfortable around other people. It’s usually more so around new people and in new situations.

“I get nervous around so many new people. When we get to the party, could you stay near by until I get comfortable.”

“Just to give you a heads up, I’ll probably stay pretty quiet until I get to know everybody a bit better.”

Reserved:

Reserved people hold back, which can include words and actions both. You may not contribute your ideas to a conversation until you feel comfortable, or you may refrain from joining in an activity like karaoke, that makes you the center of attention. For me, this is an expression of shyness.

“Right now, I’m taking everything in. I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say later.”

“Really, the idea of going up there makes me want to vomit on your shoes. Ask me again later.” (the meaning on this one can really change with the tone of your voice, from sincere to sarcastic.)

HSP (Highly Sensitive Person):

The Highly Sensitive Person is more sensitive to his/her surroundings and easily overwhelmed. If you think this describes you, I strongly suggest reading The Highly Sensitive Person. Elaine Aron has a short test on her site, if you’re unsure.

“I get easily overwhelmed, so please don’t be offended if need to leave early.”

“I’m having a difficult time processing everything that is going on, I’m going to go outside (go back to the room, have some tea, stare at the ocean, walk around the block…)”

Side Note

When I was originally reading about HSPs, I came across Dabrowski’s Theory of Positive Disintegration and Overexcitabilities. If you think you’re an HSP, you might get some insight into other aspects of your life by researching Dabrowski’s work. Especially if you have a pain disorder. I mention that specifically as I’m pretty sure that I express strong emotions as physical pain. Feel free to email me or message me on Twitter if you want to discuss this privately.

*Update*

While I stand by my conclusion about Dubrowski’s Overexcitabilities and Theory of Positive Disintegration and how I process emotions physically as pain, I need to go back and research how I got there. Expect a new post early next week bringing all of it together. Thanks for your patience. ~Kathryn

If I’ve missed anything, or you have phrases you use to help your friends and family understand your needs, please tell me in the comments.
You know, you can get updates by email or RSS. Yay, updates!

In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud. What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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How My Mother’s Cat and I Process Reality

Friday, October 15th, 2010

That Darn Cat

Let me tell you about my mother’s cat. He’s a black Devon Rex and when he was a kitten he would jump up and bat the peep hole on the front door. Or try to jump on top of your head. Once he put a paw on each of my cheeks and licked my mouth. Too freaking precious. None of that is the point though.

Patterns

Kittyumpkins (not his real name) has an issue with patterns. Not emotional stuckified patterns, but real repeating printed motifs. If you drop a napkin on the floor you get an unexpected study in problem solving.

Peer and Poke

Kittyumpkins starts about six feet away from the napkin, walking in concentric circles. Slowly, and hunkered down he makes his way, closer and closer to the offending crumpled fabric. When he finds himself about two feet away he stops and darts his arm (front leg, whatever, it’s my story) out and tucks it back, not getting anywhere near the napkin, and resumes his circles.

Periodically he stops and tries again until he gets almost close enough to touch it and then scares himself and backs away, with significantly less dignity than you would expect of a cat, and he starts the circles again.

Prod and Pounce

If you haven’t gotten bored by this point and taken the napkin away, he makes his way back around and repeats the reach and tuck until he gets close enough to touch it. At which point he decides what to do with the napkin, usually: lick it, lay down on it, or ignore it and go find a catnip mouse.

And while all of this is literally true, it also functions as a metaphor for how I deal with new things. Peer and poke. Prod and pounce. Why yes, I do love sprawling out in sunny patches, biting people who rub my tummy, and running into a room like the Devil himself is after me and then looking around nonchalantly, why do you ask?

I don’t have a question for you this time, but you can borrow my metaphor if you want, just bring it back clean, Kittyumpkins hates being dirty.

You know, you can get updates by email or RSS. Yay, updates!

In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud.What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)

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Truth and Trust, Ouch

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

I’ve been hiding. Not from you, but from writing this post. From following through on something important to me and who and how I am. Yes… that. Sigh.

Trust

Last week, Lisa tweeted something that struck me, almost physically, with its power:

I knew I needed to sit with it. Shiva it up some. Really let this one come from those hidden recesses that gather dust while you go about your day: work, shop, cook, sleep.

At first, nothing. I’m happy with where I am with my not-yet-a-business sits. I’m making progress, even if only I can see it. I am, in fact, really trusting myself on this one.

And Truth

And so, more Shiva Nata, more sitting with the Question. And then a realization, one I had felt coming since before I left for Mexico, but had pushed aside. I wasn’t ready, and I still don’t like it.

I need to let go of a relationship. Well, part of one. If that’s possible, and I hope it is. A significant part of me believes that an ex will realize his mistake and we will get back together, and travel together, and live happily ever after. Sigh. Yeah. I know. My own grown up fairy tale.

Getting Beyond the Ouch

The problem with fairy tales? They keep us from enjoying reality. Too much of what *could* be and not nearly enough of what is. So, in addition to being out in the world, I am now opening up to the possibility of new and more and unknown. Because the safety of the story in my head is hurting me more than risking my heart ever could.

Lisa turned her question into a #6monthchallenge where most people seem to be using it for business or blog purposes. And I guess this is a blog purpose, but more than that, it’s time to rescue my own damn self. More meeting new people, more putting myself in new situations, more being open to possibility. Because I do trust myself, and the universe, and in fact, serendipity.

What would you do, if you truly trusted yourself? Lisa and I both want to know.

You know, you can get updates by email or RSS. Yay, updates!

In the comments:

We’re being open here, sharing and saying things we don’t always say out loud.What helps: Sharing your stories and Ideas. Cheering and telling what works/worked for you. What hurts: shoulds, harshness, and such. (I used to teach first grade, I can’t help it.)


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