A cold, (while it turns me into a miserable little child who just wants my mother to come to my apartment and make me stracciatella soup) reminds me that my immune system is slightly irritated and I need to take better care of myself. It also brings me down to a place where everything bad seems worse.
I recently read an article, "A New Voice for Autism" while sitting in my hair dresser's chair over the weekend and it made me change my perception of what it means to complain about "struggle."
The article is about an autistic girl named Carly and was written by her father who explained their family's journey and challenges with her condition. The article highlighted Carly's daily struggles with basic communication until she had a breakthrough while typing on a laptop.
It really resonated with me that when Carly finally found her "voice," she had this great desire to help other people. She believed that there were people out there that needed her kindness even though she was faced with her own grand challenges. She didn't seem to think negatively about her situation and ask for pity, instead she used her voice to be positive and educational.
With relevance to my aforementioned cold, it is really easy to complain about our coughs and aches and pains. It takes nothing to moan about overcooked noodles, rude service, crappy weather and failed expectations. My social media feeds are half full of people bleating their mini "problems" to the world. But where does this get us?
While I can't say that I'll never complain about being sick (it does bring out the toddler in me) I am going to try and focus my energy on thinking of new ways to connect and help other people. I have many ideas but always seem to find excuses to make it work. After reading Carly's article, I no longer have any.
On another note, below is the latest mini-shoot from Stef. It was super quick and shot on the day of my birthday in the wee hours of the morning before work at a coffee shop. The shirt I'm wearing below I scooped up on my last trip to New York for $4.99 at a Salvation Army in Williamsburg. How pretentious and "hipster" does that sound?
Speaking of Williamsburg, I'm off to New York today for a PR-related trip in Manhattan and will be spending the rest of the weekend with Stef and some of our friends in Brooklyn!
Be back soon! xx
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