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When You Lose Your Grace

Lindsey circa 1995. Back before I was a mean girl. But I still handled things. See? I’m handling it.

Y’all. I did a thing. I did a bad thing. I let my emotions get the best of me (not advisable), and I retaliated. A comment that hurt my feelings– and believe me, it takes a lot to hurt my feelings, so it was one hell of a comment– got a reaction out of me. Sometimes that happens. I will admit– I am human. I might have a lot of good qualities, but I also have a lot of flaws. It’s what makes me “me.”

I could blame it on the hormones. But that doesn’t justify what I said. I am going to leave the post up though because it was therapeutic for me to write it (even if it was mean), and I’m not trying to hide any of this from anyone. People deserve to know what kind of person I am, and I’ll give you that. Leave it to your judgment and assumptions. Because I lay it all out there.

I wrote a blog post fueled by emotion, and I published it. Words. Words that are there forever for people to see. Some of the words I chose were not the best, and they were hurtful to some readers. And while I will always stand by what I write because I believe that taking accountability for things is the only way to be, I wholeheartedly apologize if I hurt anyone’s feelings. I know that people are overly sensitive these days, and people are so quick to judge, but that’s not what this is about. I get it. I realize that my choice of words– bragging about how easy it is for me to have children and how I don’t have to work hard to lose weight and how that makes me a better wife– was hurtful to some of my readers. That was not my intention at all. From my perspective, I was coming from a place of anger. I was defending my family against one of the most hurtful comments I’ve ever read.

But after I cooled off, it was brought to my attention that the words that I had written were just as bad as the ones that had been aimed at me. I understand that. I want you to know that I do not view myself as better than anyone. Stooping to the same level as your attacker is exactly what she wanted, and it’s exactly what you should not do. Do not follow my lead on this, y’all. Seriously.

We are all different, and we all have unique qualities that make us who we are. No one is better than anyone else. Someone might be skinnier than you or healthier than you or nicer than you, but none of those things makes a person any better than you unless you allow yourself to think it does. I, for one, am proud of a lot of my qualities– many of which I wrote about in that post. I don’t, however, consider myself to be a better wife, friend, mother, or human being than any of you. Differences make us special, and that’s one of my favorite parts of blogging. There are so many different and amazing people out there, and we can all learn from each other. Or at least gain perspective. That’s what I learned today. Words can hurt.

I am no better than you, and you are no better than me. People make mistakes, and sometimes you just have to roll with it. I can promise you, I will never judge you for anything other than your actions (okay, I might judge you silently in my head for your words, but not out loud at least). Words mean a lot, and they can hurt a lot, but actions speak volumes.

And sarcasm (one of the areas in which I excel) can make for good reading. Blogging is fun, y’all. Love ya, mean it!

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