The Lesson Isn’t Always What You Expect

A few weeks ago, I received an email regarding my blog — and me — and this post — that made me simultaneously:

squirm

wince

blush

and cry.

 

It wasn’t “hate mail,” no, it was more like “concerned mail.” Concerned for my soul kinda, and for my life outlook, and in a nutshell? The email writer said…

“I really enjoy your sense of humor, but your continuous complaining and bitching and moaning is just unbearable to read, day in and day out.

So. There was that.

Of course there was more. The whole email was crafted beautifully and out of concern for my soul as I mentioned, and not mean in the least. In fact, it was written from a place of light that informed me,

“Your voice comes from how you feel on the inside. And your insides, apparently, don’t feel very well. That’s okay. As a matter of fact it’s perfect. You’re expressing all of that internal rage and that’s better than not expressing it.”

Other paragraphs followed. A few more that made me put my hands over my eyes and read the rest of the correspondence through shuttered fingers. Because? I knew what the writer said was true.

 

Sorta.

 

I know, oh yes I do, that I am a snark. I am not happy with all things. I can be a bitch. BUT. But, but, but. See. There is so so so much more.

 

I get frustrated, so I write. I get angry, so I write. I get BESIDE MYSELF, so I write. And also and in addition, I get happy, and so I write. I am touched, and so I write. I love, and so I write. I write, I write, I write. Somedays there is rage. Other days, not. If you write often and if you let it all hang out in a public forum, those emotions will be given a voice. And people will read — and react.

 

Still and yet, I let what the emailer wrote consume me. I must be bad, terrible, horrible, in need of intervention. Surely I’m full of rage and venom and vitriol. There is no saving me. Good God woman! Don’t even try. (Because she tried.)

 

And I thought and I thought. I love lessons, as much as I hate them. I know there is a grain of truth, maybe a pound, in who people tell you you are, so listen. I winced at the email because it resonated, because I knew, I knew some of what she said was true as true as the day is long.

 

And some was untrue. The writer of the email had never spoken with me, gotten to know me, absorbed me in any way shape or form to know that I am not full of rage and a constant bitcher/moaner/complainer. And if I were? IF I WERE? I’m not saying it’s right, God knows, but I am ON MY OWN PATH, and I will COME TO KNOW THINGS when the mile markers present themselves, and I know in my deepest nucleus that I WANT TO BE BETTER and sometimes? I AM NOT and the people I surround myself with? Are the people who are traveling on paths too. And if you’ve already arrived at the end destination? That’s wonderful. Wave to me from the bleachers. But respect that everyone finishes at their own pace. I had a friend who summed it up once: “If you are already enlightened, light up others, don’t rub your light in another’s face so they can’t see.”

 

I’m not saying the emailer did that. How could I? I don’t know her. And if she’s on her path, she may be at the point where she is reaching out to help others best she knows how. THAT is lovely and fine. Still something pulled at me, so I forwarded the email to a few trusted friends. Honestly? I wanted to hear that I wasn’t so bad and that those who knew my soul — the deepest, darkest reaches — could confirm it wasn’t full of rage soot.

 

And on and on. But one friend in particular, a beautiful, angel friend with wise words always to say, told me: “Maybe the lesson of this email is for you to be sure in who you are.

 

Words that struck a chord in me more resonant that the original email.

 

But I’ll have to tell you why later.

 

Right now? I’m still processing.

 

27 thoughts on “The Lesson Isn’t Always What You Expect”

  1. Oh for fuck’s sake. Writers are writers because writing letters (i.e., perfectly accurate representations of what goes down day to day) is bore-mother-fucking-ing. I love you and every last word you say. Don’t let some Churchy McBuddha turkey make you question your (awesome, hilarious, and – MOST IMPORTANT – true to life) voice. For rizzle. XOXO, TFH

  2. Hmm. If I remember correctly I was once accused of being something rather nasty once by a reader, but fortunately I’ve forgotten what that stupid twaImeanreader said…

    If it means anything, I’ve never seen you as anything more than a writer from the heart.

  3. Hug, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, kiss. You are so lovely, compassionate and non-judgmental. I know you’re not fishing for compliments, but mine are sincere. I love this post and I relate to who you are [or who I know you to be online]. You’re an amazing writer, with a voice [something very few writers have, in my humble opinion] and you’re brave enough to share the grit with us. I have journals full of snark, angst and moaning. You’re just neat. I like how you acknowledge your emailer is on her own path. So big of you. Process away, but not too much… life’s waiting for you! xxxooo

  4. I think The Frugal Hostess said it best.

    Honestly, people who read your blog and think they know you and have a right to preach to you about how you should improve your life are, well, lost enough on their own. Like you really need them to lead you on some more virtuous path? Puhleeze.

    And I say that with all the love and kindness and concern in my heart.

  5. #1 I completely disagree with the first quote that you posted from the email. Obviously, to me anyway, this is just a small fraction of your life and feelings. You can’t go around continually bitching and moaning irl (trust me, I’ve tried) so you have to get it out somewhere.

    #2 I particularly liked the post the emailer responded too. We too have been dealing with the same ins co for months and went to collections and the whole 9. Misery loves company. (it’s all straightened out now).

    #3 Maybe it’s just your writing style and she should lighten up.

    #4 It’s good to process, but don’t take her too seriously. Be kind to yourself.

  6. I really enjoy your blog. I would never judge you based on what you write. Maybe that’s because what you wrote was like you were in my head and I related so much. You helped me get back up and on my path a few times because I had sat down in exhaustion thinking I was alone in how I was feeling and not moving was easier. I have to say Thanks for that.

  7. That was really rude! You should write about whatever you want after all, this is YOUR blog. If that person doesn’t like what you write then he/she shouldn’t bother reading it.

    I love your blog and all the emotion and creativity you put into it. I wouldn’t worry about it so much if I were you. It is just one person’s opinion.

  8. I agree with your wise friend. It is okay to try on what people say (about you, and anything else for that matter) and reject it. That’s a great lesson and one I appreciate you sharing.

    As far as the specifics of the emailer’s comments, I disagree. Your willingness to ponder and share what this person wrote shows that you have an open and curious mind. I don’t know too many people who are open and curious AND bitchy and miserable. Those traits don’t like to hang out with each other.

  9. We are all much more than the words we put on our pages. We can’t help, or be responsible for, the filters someone else is using when they visit.

    For example, one person reads something and comes away with negativity, someone else reads the same thing and has an ‘a-ha’ moment. That’s life. What we’ve personally experienced determines if our glasses are in fact rose colored or not.

    But, whatever reaction a person has is on them, not you. This is your space. Use it as you see fit. As you pointed out, the emailer doesn’t know you. IMHO, anything that comes from a person who has made no effort to get know the author behind the blog, deserves way more than one grain of salt.

    Keep doing you.

  10. I completely COMPLETELY disagree with that email.
    I let things like that eat at me, too and I’m in the process of learning to let go of certain things that cross my path. Trying to not let things “waste” my energy (cause gawd knows I have no energy to spare).
    Me thinks that person is jealous that you are true, honest, and that you have a voice (and your dawmn good at expressing it via writing).

  11. There is nothing wrong with considering constructive criticism. I’ve always been told if you bristle too much at a critique, there is some truth to it. Quite often what irritates me the most in others is what I perceive as my own worst weaknesses. All that said, I think your blog and your writing is refreshing, beautiful, sharp and real. I’d rather read someone who has mood swings than someone flatlining on anti-depressants.

  12. Nobody can really know what someone’s life is actually like from their blog. We all have a little bit of schtick we do–yours may be snark, but that is creative expression, not a sign that you’re deeply unhappy.

    That email seems quite presumptuous.

  13. You don’t continuously moan and complain. And? It seems the emailer was doing exactly what she was accusing you of doing. Chalk it up to that psych term “projection” and ignore it.

  14. So I posted this to vent and process and I ended up with the most supportive comments. Thanks so much everyone. I feel like I am lifted on all sides.

    Not that I’m not a Snarky McPissyPants, but at least I feel like you all get me.

    Love my people.

    XO.

  15. My grandmother always said that if a girl was raised right, she would never offer an opinion unless it is asked.

    You, my friend, (and I am proud to think you call me the same) are one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. Inside and out.

  16. I personally love your snark. And I never ever feel like you’re constantly bitching and moaning. I’m really sorry that this email made you cry. Wine helps.

  17. I almost felt like she was referring to another blog not yours. I honestly have never come away any such an impression. I connect with your posts, they mean I’m not alone in how I am feeling. Your humor, (snark) and wit is an added bonus!

  18. Hmmm. I think you touched some kind of nerve in her, that unsettled her to the point of needing to write what seems like a very long e-mail.

    I have to wonder at the hubris and preachiness of anyone who can be that presumptuous..with someone she doesn’t even know!

  19. Wow! Getting caught up on my blog reading and … wow!
    I get A LOT of emails from readers chiming in on my life. I often am shocked at their takeaway on me … my life. Sometimes it’s wonderful and sometimes it’s not – but what I’ve come to realize is their reactions to me and what I write is usually based on what is going on in THEIR life, not mine. This isn’t to say I don’t also get wonderful, valuable, feedback … but sometimes the feedback (both positive and negative) isn’t really about me at all. Personally, I find you (and your writing) absolutely delightful!

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