Saturday, March 8, 2014

Peeling the Onion

I would not claim to be a good student when it came to studying science.  I could have cared less about all of those atoms and neurons and particles and how they work together in our universe.  It would certainly not be a category I would do well in if I ever happen to be a contestant on Jeopardy.  Sorry if I’m sounding a little like Penny from The Big Bang Theory, but I do happen to have a point, so hang in there for a minute while I get there. 

I do have one particularly vivid lab lesson that I participated in during a biology class one day.  Using microscopes, we were supposed to view the cellular structure of onions.  Sounds incredibly boring, and it could have been.  The cool part came when you picked your onion. You didn’t need a whole onion, or even a section.  You simply needed to peel one layer off in order to get a good specimen for your slide.  It’s not as easy as it sounds; the layer of an onion is extremely thin – thinner than tissue paper or the one-ply joke of toilet paper in most public restrooms.  It is virtually see-thru.  But even in that one layer, you can see all of the elements of the cellular structure of the onion.
This is not so with human beings.  Most of us would rather pile on as many layers as possible and not let people get more than a glimpse of who we are.  It’s too dangerous to let others see us – all of us.  I mean, we live in a world of “reality TV” where I’ve never seen Kim Kardashian or Theresa Caputo without full makeup, hair and wardrobe in perfect place.  How can we compete with that?  The truth is that we can’t.  And we shouldn’t try.  But it’s that infamous f-word that gets in the way: FEAR (get your mind out of the gutter already).  The mind-numbing thought of showing any sign of vulnerability terrifies most of us to our very core. 

But here’s an eye-opening thought about that:


It’s true, isn’t it?  We’ve got it all available on instant playback in our heads – every victory, milestone, and every proud moment sitting right alongside every second guess, every doubt, and every single scrap we would chose to leave in the dark on the cutting room floor.  Now I am learning to do better about this as I blog about both the good and the bad that has been happening lately, but it still takes a village.  I have several fierce friends on Facebook who write shockingly honest posts and share revealing pictures that expose it all – figuratively speaking.  Whether that is sharing how frustrating it is to have a baby that is not sleeping much, or showing off a new outfit that came together at the thrift store, or being brutally honest about the struggles of going thru a divorce/custody issues, they are courageous enough to reveal their thoughts and feelings and allow themselves to be vulnerable to compliments and criticisms alike. 
Now I think I have said this before, but this is why I blog.  I hope that by sharing my own thoughts and experiences that I can help others in some way.  Whether that is through finding a common experience, or acting as a cautionary tale of what not to do.  Either way, I’m going to continue to put myself out there.  This means that from time to time you are going to see more than my highlight reel, and that’s fine with me.   

In other words, if you’re expecting me to sit quietly on the sidelines, you have picked the wrong girl.  Since I am not concerned about what other people think, I am going to live my life large and loud.  I would rather be known for speaking out and standing up for something than for going with the flow.  Although I do hope that when God plays my highlight reel at the pearly gates that he will leave out the time when I…oh never mind.  I don’t want to spoil it J
In conclusion, if you’re looking for some inspiration, here’s a little ditty I love from a gal named Katy who feels the same way I do. 

Theme Song #35 : Roar – Katy Perry (burlesque tap dance performance) http://youtu.be/so0J90qEdq0

But for some extra bonus points, I picked a great performance by a dancer who “gets the message” she’s sending.  I think this version is even better than Katy’s video because it is raw and honest and didn’t take place on a Hollywood sound stage.  (And yes, burlesque means just that. You have been given fair warning.)  Let it rip – and let it roar!! 

I will not be de-clawed,
Selina

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