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7 Days of Writing for Me: What Do You Know?

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I'm not sure what I meant, "what do you know" when I added this as a topic to my 7 days of writing.
Sometimes I feel like I know it all and more often than not, I feel like I know nothing at all.

I know that Maya Angelou similarly expressed "what do you know" with this passage,
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou

And I agree. And I love it. So using that as a template, what do I know?

I know that we are taught "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" at a very young age. But as we age, the opposite is true. Words hurt more than any stick and stone could ever. (well, and that depends on who the words are coming from...). From a stranger, suck it. From a friend, you might as well beat the shit out of me with your sticks and stones cause that's how bad your ugly words hurt me.

I know that friendship in our 30's (40's, 50's, 60's + ??) is as important today as it was in our youth. Having real friends that you can rely on, trust, and love you unconditionally can truly brighten or ruin your day. I also know that age doesn't matter in friendship. I have friends from 6 to 80. I value them equally and learn from them accordingly.

I know that I am sensitive and I wear my heart on my sleeve. But really, is that so bad!? I don't think it's a sign of weakness, I think it's a sign of real self. I've got a big heart and I'm not afraid to show it. I need affection and I give affection. Period.

I know a smile is prettier than a face full of makeup.

I know you will get served what you deserve.

I know that life will fall apart, rain will fall, sadness will overwhelm your heart, and there will be ALL kinds of crazy and change to handle. But everything passes. The sun will come back out, happiness wins, crazy settles, and you will be strong enough.

I know that a cute dress, pearls, and some kick ass music helps the happiness win.

Finally, I know that I am worth it. And I don't necessarily know what that means but whenever I doubt... I remind myself, you are worth it.
And I think you are too.