Crap Happens

I maintain two different blogs.  One is my personal journey out of the darkness of abuse survival.  The second is this one about PTSD.  Every so often I write a post that fits both places.  Today is one of those posts.  http://weareone-ruth.blogspot.com/2017/05/crap-happens.html

Today I talked to the fashion students.  I explained why I didn’t go into fashion when I was in college the first time.  The 1970’s were still steeped in the image of Twiggy.  Pencil thin was in.  I looked into the business and decided it wasn’t worth wasting my time on it.  The appearance over personality ratio was lethal in my estimation.  I tried costume design and construction, after staying up 3 days making last minute changes for a director, I decided that was slave labor.  I still plan to design and construct costumes some day when I retire but until then I am teaching students interested in fashion how to cope.  Raising awareness of how brutal fashion business can be.  I teach them if they don’t like their life, change it.  My basis, I did it.  Crap happens….on the job, at home, with our health, you name it; crap happens in life.  It is not what are you going to do if crap happens, it is when crap happens what are you going to do?  How are you going to cope?  Coping is a skill.  We learn it.  Most people learn it at home.  I didn’t.  I learned it in counseling.  Crap happens.  I have a whole tool chest of coping skills.  They came from my counselor.  Seven long tough years he trained me, taught me, and encouraged me to look at the World differently.  More powerfully, he gave my coping tools so when he moved away, I kept growing….Thriving.

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