FD Thornton
Social media protocol states that you should post content every 24 to 48 hours in order to remain relative with your audience. And for the most part I’ve gone above and beyond that quota. I often wonder why I feel the need to do this. But beyond my need to be embraced or accepted, I assume my posting has something to do with my need to express myself creatively. It also seems to be important in today’s society to maintain a brand. A label that shows the world just how put together and desirable you are.
This is especially true in the corporate world, where image and desirability are the number one goal. With personal brands though one can show a little chink in the armor. If for no other reason then to be more relatable. Fallibility, is a word I thrive under. My cynical side, which is deeply entrenched in my abusive past and low self-esteem. Forces me at times to be too damn honest, something which my family often dreads. But to justify my honesty I will say it brings me peace.
For a very long time I swept my pain, my anger, and my fear under a rug. Hoping that by ignoring it, it would magically go away. But it didn’t go away, it only got worse. After decades of torment, it was mindfulness, compassionate listening, and writing; that finally taught me how to forgive myself and those who had hurt me. I use the silence of meditation to quiet my heart and focus my mind on the here and now. I learned that for me bearing my soul creates a calmness that is hard to describe. My writing may not have created a world of perfection. But it certainly gives me a sanctuary to rest my troubled soul.
This is especially true in the corporate world, where image and desirability are the number one goal. With personal brands though one can show a little chink in the armor. If for no other reason then to be more relatable. Fallibility, is a word I thrive under. My cynical side, which is deeply entrenched in my abusive past and low self-esteem. Forces me at times to be too damn honest, something which my family often dreads. But to justify my honesty I will say it brings me peace.
For a very long time I swept my pain, my anger, and my fear under a rug. Hoping that by ignoring it, it would magically go away. But it didn’t go away, it only got worse. After decades of torment, it was mindfulness, compassionate listening, and writing; that finally taught me how to forgive myself and those who had hurt me. I use the silence of meditation to quiet my heart and focus my mind on the here and now. I learned that for me bearing my soul creates a calmness that is hard to describe. My writing may not have created a world of perfection. But it certainly gives me a sanctuary to rest my troubled soul.
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