Feedback

As defined by Merriam-Webster, “the transmission of evaluative or corrective information about an action, event, or process to the original or controlling source, alsothe information so transmitted.”

Feedback is a necessary component of growth, and therein resides the rub…growth can be painful or uncomfortable. A seed pushing forth beyond the soil, rising towards the sun, cares not for the speed at which it travels, but rather it continues to reach beyond what it could be capable of. Cue the theme song from the second movie in the franchise that is FROZEN, “Into the Unknown!” Does anyone else hear Idina Menzel’s voice singing now? You’re welcome, but I digress.

Feedback exists whether we appreciate it or not. The fact of the matter is this, we live as human beings within societies. Each of us plays a role within that community with a particular job, role within a home, or a family. The thing is we garner feedback as we tread through this life based upon the encounters we have with others.

If I had listened to all the feedback I received over my four decades here on Earth, I would surmise that I am too much of this or not enough for any person or area in life. The long and short of it is, unless you can magically transform into a type of seasoning that everyone utilizes on their food, take the Trader Joe’s “everything but the bagel” seasoning. It’s just not going to work. “Life’s too short to sweat the small stuff, kid,” my father would constantly say to me while growing up. If I had listened to others, I would have only laughed when I read the condensed version of the feedback on that list.

Feedback can be quite subjective to the owner of the thought itself. Consider the source, which I often found myself saying in my early adulthood. I harkened back to this while I spent twelve years in public education. If one considers the source, the root of an ideology, then perhaps one can utilize their own powers of deductive reasoning or, insert audible gasp, critical thinking skills that are all too often lacking in this current day and age of snapshot glances in time, and pundit professors on the palm ridden land of Tik-Tok university. There I go again, I digress.

If one can make a discernible source-credited reasonable statement regarding feedback for an individual, party, or country, then thankfully, living within a democratic society, they can openly share their critique, nay feedback.

What a gift.

What a blessing.

To say what one thinks.

To criticize.

To provide feedback.

The struggle that lies within discomfort is, in turn, a test, my friends. If you can continue to hold your roots, to continue to grow despite the resistance that the sky throws your way, there is the opportunity to see another day when you will surely bloom and grow. It is always a powerful stronghold to receive the flurries of feedback, opinions, and hate-spewed commentaries and continue to shine regardless.

See the truth behind the gray filled skies.

Light always has the power to pierce the darkness, even a single ray. Seek the light.

Seek humanity.

Fear not the feedback that dwells beneath the surface because if one’s roots are well planted, a weather shifting will not remove the plant.

Feedback is just that, information.

Seek the source, or, as the kids say, ask for receipts. Take courage and be kind, but face the light and continue to grow.

Cloak

Burning the midnight oil here, but when the spirit moves me, I try to honor the words and write. I had the joyful experience of taking a HIPHOP HITTS class with LaTosha Wilson. I had this moment during class when I realized how impactful it can be to connect with another person. Maybe the atoms collided to spark this, and my sister’s spirit moved through me, but I felt something truly move through me. There was a spark, and this idea came to mind, so here goes.


If I were to explain my life to a stranger, I would say it’s like woven fabric. A tapestry of the places I have walked, the people who have held me in so many ways, the lessons learned, and the moments that cast light through moments of darkness. The threads we weave each day are sewn in color. Our energies collectively create these dynamics that can be tangible if we pay attention. Sometimes when I truly get to know a person, I begin to see a color that resonates within my mind when I look at them. Maybe it’s a sense of learning someone’s aura or way of interacting with the world around them. What have you? It’s there. I felt this sensation of red, warmth, and fire in class.


One person can transform the energy of a room, and it is in these moments that I imprint a memory in time. I cannot explain how impactful dance was for me in my healing journey from losing my sister and having multiple pregnancy losses in succession. I told myself I would not let it define me; however, I now can see that it paved a much greater pathway in my life. It taught me the essence of gratitude, choice, and feeling the one thing no one can ever purchase but must earn: love.

What I felt tonight can be likened to a term coined by Emile Durkheim known as collective effervescence. The meaning of this phrase explains how a society or community of people who come together can work with one another to express and participate in the same thought or action. It reminds me of my experiences in singing with choirs and feeling the collective effervescence from the music we created.

This fabric is something I carry with me. I weave through it daily; I hold it, not as a load of burden but as a cloak that shifts and moves with me. My collective being remembers the moments that turned the fabric. This fabric holds the healing that transpired with each step of forward momentum. The bumpy textures of scars from my past experiences have become one with the material moving as a force to propel me forward.
These chapters have become textures in my life. Like a quilt, I can cuddle up to and hold close. Feeling this sense of deep gratitude for the places I have been. I was filled with such an overwhelming sense of gratitude to be present, dance, and share in the energy in the room.

We all carry so much with us each day and every year, shaping and molding us into the human beings that walk this earth. What if each of our capes becomes more entwined and lifts one another up? Perhaps this is a utopic perspective or cliché, but with gratitude, acknowledgment, and hope, I can’t help but feel that my cloak has become my queen’s robe lifting me along as I walk forward.

Confidence

Take up space.

You are worthy

Take up space.

You are valued.

Take up space.

Your life has meaning.

Take up space.

Listen to your gut.

Take up space.

Embrace who you are.

Take up space.

Love yourself because you are your own longest relationship.

Take up space, on repeat.

Take up space, what a phrase, what a world, and what a time to be alive right now. Who knew that in the year 2022 we would still be fighting this fight to have rights over our own selves?

Women are powerful.

How scary, how terrifying to see someone own their own space, and feel in awe of their glow. I guess when light shines too brightly, those who seek the shadows latch on and pull until their tug gives way. Here’s the thing though, light, seeks light.

Someone can always try to knock you down, or make you feel less than, or unworthy, but that speaks more about them than it does about you.

I was recently chatting with a friend and the topic of confidence came up. Where did my confidence come from? As an introverted extrovert, I recharge in alone time, but I light up like the fire sign that I am when I can channel my energy positively with others. Cue dance music, lights, I’m in the zone, and l.o.v.i.n.g. i.t.

Where does the idea of confidence derive from?

I believe that nurture has way more to do with us than we would like to admit. Finding ways to come face to face with the experiences you were raised with or the paths you have traversed will help you heal deep wounds that could potentially hinder your opportunities later in life. Here is what I mean by that. Take, for instance, a compliment, if you say, “Thank you, I appreciate that,” versus “Oh this, no, I’m not …..” kicking yourself and thinking you’re less than. Truths seep out in everything we do. If we allow ourselves to believe the floodgates of thoughts that pass by daily, one could really be paralyzed, run, or fight with everything and everyone including themselves. Nurture, the very word makes me think of blankets, comfort, food, hugs, and family, but that’s because of my upbringing and where I come from.

I do believe that confidence is rooted in a kind of chutzpah, a sense of gumption, audacity, who does she think she is?! I grew up feeling firmly rooted in the knowledge that I was one human in a massive world; however, my life had meaning. I knew that I was loved, I felt that I was valued, and my abilities did not define me, my actions were of value, not the way that I looked, but how I treated others, how I used my words, how I could potentially impact the world. I think a large part of this comes from my family, and also my idea of what faith means. I felt a sense of community in knowing I came from somewhere and that I wanted to be a person who had a story to share. I walked with a sense of knowing, but also felt outside of myself in public spaces. The introvert in me allowed me to process deeply, take time, and tread cautiously, but the extrovert in me held hands with the introvert and spoke up when she needed to. She said, “No,” firmly, and never allowed someone to squelch her fire. There were many, many times when water was thrown on the fire, but still, it simmered. There is something to be said about feeling that connection of value and worth and carrying it on your shoulders.

Confidence comes from within, but I believe it takes practice to look at yourself and truly believe in it.

Confidence and value are sisters running through your mind and needing direction. Channeling them in daily practice helps reinforce when those traits take center stage throughout moments in your life. Having the confidence to speak up for yourself is the first step to helping others. It’s the same example as “put on your safety mask first.” If you don’t help yourself, then how can you be of help to others?

I remember sitting in a meeting, taking notes, and being told by the admin, “Look at me.” I set my pen down, looked them dead in the eyes, and said, “I am listening to you. I learn best when I write things down. That’s my learning style, and if I cannot meet my own needs in a meeting, then how can I be of service to my students?”

It’s the knowledge of knowing how to use your chutzpah, channel your tact, and spin your plates accordingly that make all the difference. Life is never easy, but if you lean into who you are, it becomes much less complicated.

So, what is the takeaway from this stream of consciousness? Perhaps it lies in the following words:

Take up space.

You are worthy

Take up space.

You are valued.

Take up space.

Your life has meaning.

Take up space.

Listen to your gut.

Take up space.

Embrace who you are.

Take up space.

Love yourself because you are your own longest relationship.

Take up space, on repeat.

Photograph by K.Sciuto.