Showing posts with label know thyself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label know thyself. Show all posts

Friday, May 10, 2019

How Bouts a Picture?

I tried to build a brand to trend, but it's about as stale as... well, month-old bread. I decided instead to focus on a business card that reflects what I actually like to do.

I write in my own style. I draw in my own style.

So why should I brand any other way?

I've been working on this one as a possible business card design. There may be quite a bit of fidgeting with fonts and image placement to come, but I rather like her for it.

I have a bit of fussing to do with it yet, but she embodies my work both as an artist and my interest in sci-fi infused fantasy themes. And let's face it, I tend to enjoy drawing women more. I don't hate drawing men at all--there's just that easy connection being in a female body myself. I might spit on enforcing any sort of gender roles, but I'm not in denial that I'm a female. (Also adding that men and women do tend to be better suited or more interested in certain roles and jobs, but anyone who has competitive skill levels NOT common to gendered stereotypes should kick some ass doing it.)

It's not the artist's job to be safe. If you want to work with a passionate artist, they're likely to drive you nuts from time to time. If you want to work with a safe artist, they're not likely to stand out for their clients or their customers. Because of that, I did a disservice to myself before by toeing the line. Every time I've followed my gut, I've found my best clientele, fans, and even better, friends.

I've taken an odd assortment of jobs, but rather than going the true temp worker route, I've found freedom in choice and risk. However, I am not that picky nor prone to danger. I do believe in humbling myself into choices I'm both not thrilled about yet still connecting to my goals. I've shed the bullshit tacts that baby-boomers swore by and adapted to the challenges that plague my own generation.

And now I look forward to MY future. The one where I stop listening to safe and keep listening to my instinct. Where I am accountable to my own choices and feel the full brunt of my mistakes, turning them into priceless lessons to push ahead.

Oh, and as my last blog post said, XP-Pen Artist 12 digital display tablet review ahead so stay tuned!

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Why You Shouldn't Listen to Anyone Who Says They Know What's Best For You

Most people know that one of my favorite sayings is "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Good intentions were especially damning for me since I grew up with a very naive, honest and curious nature, one that needed a lot of tempering to keep people from taking advantage. It's not perfect, of course. Most people who try to manipulate or talk down to me, though, exhaust me into retreating. It's rarely turned into a need for confrontation. Fortunately, as an adult, sticking to my guns has managed to get a lot of people off of my back. I understand what it's like to be young and discouraged by those well-meaning people who think they can tell you how to live a good life and imply that your choices are all flawed.

Unfortunately, even the most critical, cunning and practical people can fall prey to the social structures that condition us to trust family or even those who claim to love us most. There are just some people so disturbingly versed in gas lighting, manipulation, and guilt trips, that the abuse eventually digs deep. However, some of us also learn the hard truths of why unconditional love is dangerous. The concept itself relies on putting your happiness in someone else's hands. We're sometimes taught that it's virtuous and not to question that purity.  It only reveals how broken we are, right? Yet, being a good and useful person is not about constant sacrifice from yourself to build up someone who practices the same selfishness that they scold you for. Being a good and useful person is a definition you come by through introspection, the individual self, and mostly because this is the person you have to face when all of the well-meaning ones have left you with the pieces.

I've spoken of the intricacies of morals before but it embodies the same idea here. In fantasy and reality alike, you see many well-meaning people who are the villains. Sometimes they have intelligent ideas or at least lofty ones, but ultimately the damage they do to others far outweighs any claim as to their own virtue. People who seek to make you out to be the villain are often just willing to completely overlook your good qualities and contributions in favor of their own narrative. Is it really a good idea to entrust your own opinions of yourself and your world to such fragile whims?

On a personal level, I often run into people who assume a lot about me based on very little. On a good and evil scale, I'm admittedly pretty balanced. I can admit where my choices were not my best (okay, pretty shitty and usually due to impulse or haste) and where they did a lot of good. People will even weigh the same action, but cast a different light on it depending on their mood. Good mood? I'm taking care of my family. Bad mood? I'm taking advantage. They aren't wrong. Advantage is taken, but let's be clear-- that is mutual. I am taken advantage of as well, but that is the way of compromise. That neither actual party is bitter or abused by the circumstances ultimately means that the outside observer is stirring shit into a perfectly ordinary stew.

There are many scales that you shouldn't ignore in favor of the others either. There is a scale for how you treat yourself. There is a scale for everyone else. Now, the many scales can get pretty complex once you start realizing that you weigh some things together that should also be weighed separately to remove certain biases, but... you must also protect certain biases. (Why do we protect them? Because biases are where we draw caution from the damage of our own experiences. They should always be weighed but with a grain of salt, not as the main measure.)

The problem with good intentions is that they measure only how someone, often temporarily, feels or thinks. Without knowledge of your experience or mental fortitude, they make dangerous assumptions about your happiness that could in turn make those who care about you miserable. However, if your misery comes back on them, it's just as likely that they will find some fault in you rather than their own bad advice. You must not have done it right or you didn't want it enough. Be wary of those who are quick to blame you this way. For that matter...

This is why it's my personal policy to make decisions where I have no one to blame but myself. I refuse to burden someone with the results of their own bad advice. They can go ahead and wonder, or even be sure that my life would be better if I had listened, but I will continue to be accountable for choices I make. If their advice aligns with my plans, I'll gladly tell them I was thinking the same and if they add any insight, I'll thank them for that. However, pushy advice that shows no understanding or consideration for my ideals is often politely rebutted. "I appreciate the concern but I will do what I think is best for me." It's not my problem if they feel this reply is selfish. Knowing from experience that self-care is best for my loved ones as well, I don't take it to heart when I'm accused of being cold. It's a shame only because they don't know how warm and kind I really am to those who don't back me into a corner. For the people I need to be strong for (myself included), I come through. It is not my responsibility, nor is it yours, to be universally compassionate at the expense of your own community. If you are in a position to be more broadly compassionate, by all means, take it. However, another favorite proverb of mine is "beware the naked man who offers you a shirt." Those who give up what they need themselves often expect you to do the same with whatever they desire... and you might not be able to easily part with.

No one knows what is best for you, and part of wisdom is admitting that you don't always know either. However, sometimes you just have to go with your gut. I've had a lot of experience with people that will look at a blue sky and try to tell you it's pink. And no, not because they're colorblind but because they want you to doubt what your reality is. It's not always well-meaning but it doesn't have to cripple you either. I've learned a lot through abuse and while I'd never thank the abusers, I'm certainly grateful that I could turn shit to gold. I like to think, in some way, that surviving my experiences might prevent a suicide, even save someone who will go on to do amazing things. I'm a fan of blind charity, where I don't need affirmation of the good I do-- just the possibility that my efforts may pay off somewhere.

It's okay if people walk away when you hold your ground. They're doing what they think is best for them. Don't let those people cast doubt on you or make you bitter. There will be other opportunities to meet the right supportive people when there's not a hanging crowd of negatives blocking them out. This is why I have a hard time truly believing people are good or bad as well. People can be good or bad for you, and it's even possible that they can be good or bad for mostly everyone, yet it still is essentially an observation. Either way, sticking around on the belief that you can make them 'better' on virtue of your own understanding... it doesn't happen outside of fiction and even that sort of fiction normally falls flat. Let people go who stray too far from where you're going. You're going to have single friends that don't want to be friends with a mom. There's nothing wrong with them or you-- what's worse is developing the attitude that you're the better person on either side of that fence.

Once more, it goes back to you doing you. By virtue of action, you can be the sort of person that balances out those scales. You can be the person you need to be for you and your loved ones and beyond that. However, you, your loved ones, and the world will not be unconditionally your ally. Get out of your own way sometimes. Sit this one out when you need to. There will be times when you need someone and times where you really just need to learn how to be with yourself.

Try to become an expert on you. That doesn't mean you can't enjoy taking compliments or even hearing out bad advice. I've often let people talk when I notice it's less about me and more about the regrets for choices they've made. Sometimes, my dad gets frustrated with something in his life and tries to make it about me, but these are always the times when I take a deep breath and remind him that whatever is bothering him, it sounds like he could use an ally more than another person angry at him. If he wants to vent, I'm all ears, but--don't be someone's doormat, punching bag, scapegoat. Ever. Especially not if you love that person. The best thing you can do sometimes is walk away. Sometimes just for a few minutes. It doesn't always have to be out of their life. However, if that's what it takes to heal, take those steps.

I wouldn't talk to my mom for three years after a lifetime of letting her hurt me. In those three years, we missed each other. She thought about why I was hurt and when I finally decided I could voice those grievances, we found a relationship of trust and honesty and respect. If I had stayed, she might never have regretted what she'd done because my presence would have always falsely reassured her that it was okay.

You can't take any of my experiences and expect the same results, but at the same time, you might find a new way to see how it works in your life. That's what truly matters. Should I say it again?

You, and only you, know what's best for you.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Impostor Syndrome

The sudden onset of a depressive spell often comes before any search for a valid reason. More often than not, depression is stupidly petty, attacking what you love most and making you feel undeserving.

But take a look at this article.

Okay, I did an eye-roll first, in all honesty. I'm sick of everything being a syndrome, disorder or disease these days. There's so much coming at everyone these days that it's become important to not mistake our conditions for what they are.

This one stands out because it's not only NOT a real syndrome, but it is persistent, common and bullshit.

Yet I've been there, more often than not. I wouldn't say it's invalid but the irony is that it's a state of being where you sink into the idea that your accomplishments are invalid. So it's a valid condition exploring the unrealistic sense of invalidation, right?

One thing we as humans do have in common is that it sucks to suffer alone. I stumbled on this because this feeling keeps popping up and it never quite makes sense to me. It's been a factor in a lifetime of self-sabotage (but let's face it, it's a symptom of much bigger issues with me). Why, when I receive commendations, compliments, validation, do I seek to brush it off?

Like the article said, perhaps it is a way to avoid appearing egotistical. Humility is important to me, except it's not a gracious brush-off. I can feel this alien sense of disregard for my own skills and accomplishments that, on inspection, really doesn't belong there. I have established talents, higher education, an obsession with productivity...

Oop, there it is again. When I'm not productive, the depressive tendencies are laid bare. Because it's a cycle to hide the absurdity of it, there's also an underlying sense that I'm not as talented, smart, or passionate as I could be, that maybe my work isn't as good as it could or should be because it's a bandaid, a sick selfish salve with no business being a part of the process. And holy shit, I do not want to seem emo or like an after-school special!

As much as I'm not feeling the 'syndrome' deal, I have felt something satisfying in seeing the similar chain of a very frustrating presence. Would I be so productive if I wasn't sick with it? Unlike some people, I think my issues hold me back and I'd be better without them. I don't think my love of art was a byproduct of abuse, trauma, health or sickness. I don't think it makes me unique or driven. It makes me scared and underneath the atypical occurrences, there's this passion, I'm sure of it.

But wondering what life would be if there were a cure for chronic illness? It's pointless. It would be like someone asking me how I would feel if I was aborted instead of born. It's a hypothetical that wouldn't happen and if it did, I would cope. If art was no longer important to me, I wouldn't just be a blank slate. The state of living is the state of aligning yourself to your interests, contributing based on those interests, finding new interests. It's not my identity. Identity is a term I struggle with too. It assumes too often that I've made up my mind. I've made it pretty clear that making up my mind is not a power I have.

Creative careers... They're full of gatekeepers, but not a one of them is as confident or masterful as they pretend to be. It's to be expected that there are things we are overprotective of, ways we project ourselves to assert our authority, even if we don't quite believe in it. It's even okay to realize we're just judging something wrong, about ourselves or our aspirations, and we might need to take a deep breath and learn from those mistakes.

There's a wistful spot that wants to belong, but I never needed permission to be proud and I won't tolerate attitudes that are toxic to what validates me. I've seen what I can do and it's okay to admit I can improve without downing on what I've accomplished. I'm not going to love every part of it, but as long as it's an insatiable urge, I'll reach for it.

If you're caught up in the chain of conditions amounting to this impostor syndrome, learn to recognize it. Even if you have to stop mid apology, do so. Shake you head, smile and accept it. Don't explain it away like you don't deserve it. People don't only say things to you because you deserve it or  to flatter you. Give them the credit that it's sincere. Let it absorb into your attitude and take that positivity into your work.

Your work is not just a mask. Its success is not luck. You didn't bust your ass for something you didn't believe in so stop letting your overloaded brain poke holes in that.