Stigma Can Hack At Us, But We Don’t Have To Lose Our Heads Over It

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A few days ago we wrote a blog-post entitled “Be A Tall Poppy.”  I had more than one person ask in comments and in person, what the —-! did that mean!

Why a poppy?  Why discriminate against the many other lovely but apparently unapplauded flora of the world?

What does it mean to “be a tall poppy?”

This referenced the “Tall Poppy Syndrome” of Anglosphere nations.  It tells us that culturally people who wear their accomplishments openly and indiscreetly invoke jealousy in others who then correctively cut the “tall poppy’s” down.

No offense to other buds around the globe, but when we say, “Be a tall poppy,” we say be yourself without the “discretion” of hiding your beauty – flaws and desired traits included.

We probably can’t change cultural opinion much if we don’t work with our own feelings of possible social rejection of making these changes in ourselves.  Being a tall poppy means that we will not be reduced by stigma and other forces; we stand tall and live.

In our blog-post Paging A Testimony, Nancy told us about her discomfort with the response of others to the way her improving health demonstrates itself and changes the dynamics of their relationship.  The balance of energy, power and involvement between her and others is in flux.  Her courage of prevailing through can be coined with, “Nancy is a tall poppy.”

Way to go Nancy!  Stand.  Cowing to those negative emotions is the same as cutting the poppy’s head off and stem left short.  Feel the tension, but stand.  Be present with your emotional responses.  Stand tall.

Self-Care Tip #279 – Be present with your emotional responses.  Stand tall.

The Self-Care Bank

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I spent the day with my lovely uncle and aunt from Iowa.  We had chocolate something or other about six times, which is just to say that we indulged in the opportunity to have joy and share the goodness of each other’s company.

It is almost ten PM and they’re still talking.  Too cute.  They’re like little college kids in a late night chum session.  I’ve never heard so many analogies to different foods.  Turnips, tomatoes, corn, heifers, steers, cows, bulls – I did not know that there were this many types of cows….  We’ve talked of many tear-jerking stories and things that don’t die when we do.

Today in clinic, my kids stayed home from school to spend the day with them and fitted puzzles, read stories, petted dogs ‘n such.  I felt rich.  This kind of wealth of heart around can’t be banked other than that of self-care.

Goodnight friends.  My uncle’s still talking ‘n I have to catch this story about my dad when he was milking cows and playing pranks.  Thanks for sharing this with me tonight.  Keep on!