Wrong About Me

Today, I took both of my kids to school.

They go to different schools.

I dropped my daughter off first.

During the five minute drive from her school to his, I played this song twice.

“Wrong About Me”

(I am including a link to a live performance, but I also highly recommend that you check out the studio version).

And you may have seen me driving, bundled up in my chunky burgundy winter hat, tears streaming down my face. I may have looked crazy,

gesticulating,

feeling every drop of the music.

***

I am lucky in that the people in my life are, for the most part, extremely nice and good.

I am lucky in that I have managed to dodge many of the haters that others in my position (those who put themselves out there, honestly, online, for the world to see) are forced to cope with. Well, except for with this.

I am lucky that I have a #team behind me.

I spoke all about this when I was interviewed for the interviewed for Main Line Connect TV show.

But, sometimes, like all people, I feel off. Misunderstood. Mistreated. I feel like things are unfair. I feel frustrated. Passionate. Emotional. Temperamental.

And so–OBVI–I turned to Brett.

This part is where I really started to rock out, tears a-flowin’ and all.

Downtown on Wall Street where the millionaires smoke their cigars,

I traded in all my savings for a new suit and an electric guitar.

You can say that I sold out.
but nobody works for free.

I wasn’t going to share this snapshot of my life, but if I did not write about it, and instead left things as I had yesterday, with birthday cake and candles and love love love love love, I would not be painting the full picture of my 24 hours. And I never want anyone to look at my writing and feel like I am being disingenuous.

I have a LOT.

I have an amazing family. I have the best friends. I have this blog, and I have turned my passion into my job. I have a house. I have so much. Including troubles.

And sometimes, I reach my limit.

Yes, I am the mom who dance parties every day. Yes, I sing showtunes with my daughter at night

(https://www.instagram.com/p/BAvrp0Jyz94/?taken-by=mommyeverafter).

Yes, I play dress-up and music.

But some people don’t like me.

I have never, ever meant to hurt another person, but still, they just don’t like me.

And that’s OK.

But, that doesn’t mean that I can’t belt, from the top of my lungs, that sometimes, quite often, people are wrong.

Wrong about me.

***

My tears have dried. I wasn’t all that sad in the first place; more emotional.

At the moment I am feeling so many things, too many to name.

But I want to leave you with this:

Perhaps, when you look at another person–their life, their Facebook posts, their attitude–you may be looking through your own lens, and not seeing what is really there. You are not seeing their truth.

So if I can leave you with any message today it is to lead with compassion. Be gentle to yourself and to others. Give people a chance to be innocent before proven guilty. Look for the best. It’s OK if that ends up with you being disappointed. You will survive.

I have.

With mad love, warm hats, and to being that woman in the car, belting out an obscure song with a toddler in backseat,

B.

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