“I’ve tried,” she began to reply
When the inner Ms. Bitty erupted inside…
“No one does it like that!” it snarled and blared
To which she almost replied “well fine but I don’t care!”
But she didn’t react or even respond further…
She knew doing so only provoked that antagonizing nothing inside her
Ok so for years, it argued, centuries even…
People have published using parchment and pen!
And still more recently they use actual computers…
And I should do exactly that way
Otherwise I’m a big baffoon dork of a fool…
And yet what she found time and again
Was she could create using just her iphone again and again.
And hold this hope inside her did she
That she didn’t need to convince this inner Ms Bitty…
But rather that she must hold onto her way
And defend and honor what was her unique individuality.
And as she thought more to herself and listen to the calm true voice
Hadn’t it always been that way?
Hadn’t it always been the way of Ms.Bitty to shun and shame what came natural to me?
Hadn’t it always been the way of Ms. Bitty to insist I was ugly when actually I felt pretty
Or to accuse me of being completely a mess when I was actually braving much at my best
Or to shame me of seeming like such a hypocrit
When actually I’d been always true and never a fake?
So why would this surprise her now
That the inner Ms. Bitty seemed always to frown
When she created with her iphone and published just like that
How like the inner Ms. Bitty to taunt NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THAT!!!
And she thought further and began to see:
Mobile had evolved as her preferred method rather naturally.
She thought:
It’s not something I planned
It’s not something I outlined
Rather it found me when u was challenged and surviving and having a seemingly very tough time
But ever since those days of using my phone
To find where I would gas the car and sleep next or where I’d next roam
Ever since those days of showing up and penning my heart out to convince me I mattered
Ever since those days of tweeting from motel 6 laundry
I see now that mobile actually found me
Sometimes we do things a certain way because we must
But reliable do they become and to cease continue the pattern then we cannot
If something proved effective time and again
Wouldn’t you connect with it often as if a good friend?
What I know I must stop trying to do most surely
Is believe I have to convince that inner Ms. Bitty.
But this is something of a deeper aha
What works for our true me now doesn’t need us to negotiate or attempt inner Ms.Bitty convincing
Yet
If we find deep value and good from a certain way
Maybe it’s worth asking why and honoring that knowing for this day…
So friend reading I’m penning by phone
This spontaneous poem in order for you to know…
Me and mobile are tied at the hip
Because creating other ways surely once did but now no longer fits
Using my WordPress app I’m writing from my heart
But not to convince you to try but rather to insist this way for me works
Wherever you are wherever you are forced or choose to roam:
1. Thought is your map
2. Inner nudge is your compass
And when you need practicals you can –like me– use your iPhone.
Huggas…
Tre