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Codename: Wanderlust ([personal profile] codenamewanderlust) wrote2014-04-07 04:55 pm

LJ Idol Week 4: “Nobody can ride your back if your back's not bent”*

Your Own Worst Enemy

Grace is not quite yelling at me but she is telling me that I need to do better and what she wants me to try to improve on.

The Little Voice inside my head, which has been with me for most of my life, is agreeing with Grace. You take too long to get tasks done; you forgot to put away the tools when you were done last week. You fail at life in general, The Voice adds. I keep my head down and my hands at my sides. I nod. I clear my throat before asking how long it should take me today. She tells me to check in with her after each task. They’re having friends over that night and most of my tasks will be basic cleaning.

It’s a live/work space and they’ve been letting me sleep on the couch. I’m lucky to have this, I remind myself, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t actually care about my wellbeing. They’re friends, they’re trying to help. The Little Voice just laughs.

Grace is on the couch and her assistant Amy is sitting with her laptop at the dining room table. Jack and Thomas are working in the backyard. It’s hard for me to focus with everyone around. It feels like my every action is scrutinized. You’re ridiculous, The Voice taunts. I fumble a pan into the sink and splash water onto the floor. My hands are shaking when I have to ask Grace for further instructions on a particular task.

She tells me to change the order I had planned to do things in. I get flustered. I start to walk away and she calls me back, she wants to know why I didn’t do something yet. I stutter as I answer and try to keep my breathing steady. She hates you, she thinks you’re incompetent. The Voice informs me. I try to block it out.

She sends me to the basement to retrieve something and tells me to be quick about it.

It takes me too long to find the light switch for the back part of the subterranean storage space. I finally loose it and drop to my knees on the dusty concrete floor; silently screaming into my hands and then banging my fists against my forehead as I fight against frustrated tears. I pull at my hair until the futility of it just makes me feel sick.

I stand and try to breathe. I search for the item in question. I find two similar things and I’m afraid to go up and ask which one it is she wanted. I decided to bring up both and get an irritated sigh when she tells me to take the other one back down.

I return and stand in the middle of the room waiting for my next assignment. I’m trying to stand perfectly still when Grace starts asking me why I seem to be having trouble today. The Little Voice in my head starts up again. You’re such an idiot, can’t you do anything right? God, maybe you should just -

Suddenly there’s a palm pressing between my shoulder blades. Amy is standing behind me and is pushing my shoulders back. With her other hand she pushes my chin up and then she looks at me and back at Grace.

Grace tilts her head at me and raises her eyebrows. I feel at once hot and cold all over. I’m crying and nodding but I can’t form words. It’s a realization that I’ve spent a lifetime staring at my feet.  Grace tells me it’s going to be okay. She tells me that she wants me to succeed; she knows I can succeed.

I only work for Grace for a few more months before I move on but we stay friends. She becomes a mother figure in my life. She teaches me to respect myself among other things.

Years later and the Little Voice is still there. You’re beautiful, it says and this time it’s my turn to laugh. Oh hush, I whisper back. I start to smile a lot. Even on the tough days; especially on the tough days.

I tell a joke that makes my new coworkers laugh. Well aren’t you clever. I ask lots of questions. I get told I am a quick learner. I am always very aware of my shoulders and try to keep my head up. I never thank Amy for that moment of understanding. I hope she knows.

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*A quote by Martin Luther King Jr.

[identity profile] bleodswean.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Well done! Keep your shoulders back and your head up!

[identity profile] rswndrlst.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you and I try!
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[identity profile] x-disturbed-x.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
:) Well done!

[identity profile] rswndrlst.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

[identity profile] catwomon.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Good stuff! Keep that head up and the shoulders back. It's very nice to have someone give us a chance and a lesson like that we can carry with us through life.

[identity profile] rswndrlst.livejournal.com 2014-04-08 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you. It's true that when we look back on moments in life that might have been difficult at the time it is usually the people around us who make the most impact. Having supportive people in your life is a great feeling.

[identity profile] solstice-singer.livejournal.com 2014-04-09 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad someone helped you through what sounds like a difficult time. We all have voices we hear in our heads. Wouldn't it be nice if they could give us positive, rather than negative messages?

[identity profile] whipchick.livejournal.com 2014-04-09 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
This went to such an unexpected place and I'm so glad it did!

[identity profile] beautyofgrey.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs* Some days it's easier to do that than others. I'm glad that Grace became a friend/mentor to you, I was worried about where this was going.

[identity profile] cheshire23.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Little Voices can either be the best thing ever, or the worst. Glad yours is being nicer these days.

[identity profile] jem0000000.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
*hugs*

[identity profile] kagomeshuko.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes, that little voice inside your head is good. Other times, it's not what you want at all. There are times I have to tell it to shut up because that's really not who I am.

So, I didn't get to sing the fun high soprano part in choir even though I can reach the G above the treble clef. A member of the "star family" got to do that, yet again. Who cares that I could do it.

[identity profile] halfshellvenus.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
It’s a realization that I’ve spent a lifetime staring at my feet.
What a help, to have someone show your friend how you're interpreting the moment (the collection of moments), and help you to see that you are punishing yourself too much.

The ending of this is like a breath of fresh air, knowing that you've found confidence and joy in who you are. :)

[identity profile] i-17bingo.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well that turned around, and it felt really, really good when it did.

[identity profile] eternal-ot.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! I loved reading this..well done!..good use of the prompt..:)

[identity profile] i-will-not-say.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I liked how this story turned out! :)

[identity profile] adoptedwriter.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I like the outcome. AW

[identity profile] karmasoup.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
We should all have Amys in our life! I'm glad you had one when you most needed her. And I'm glad Grace wasn't the tyrant she seemed at first after all.

[identity profile] kajel.livejournal.com 2014-04-10 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Nicely done!