Who’s in charge of your spirit?
January 7, 2019

As a young girl, Oprah Winfrey wrote a book report. It was a dandy, and she turned it in early. Her teacher made a big fuss over it. Oprah was in heaven. For a minute or two. Then the other kids in her class started saying things like, “Who does she think she is?” And for the next thirty years, if memory serves, Oprah felt the need to apologize for her accomplishments.

Thirty years.

It reminded me of eight-year-old Katie trying to process the venom after she’d won a spelling bee. “I don’t go around saying I’m smart,” she told me. “Other kids do. I just do my best. But kids tease me about winning ‘the stupid spelling bee.’” Pause. “They tell me I’d better not think I’m ‘all that.’”

It starts early, the hating, and it never stops.

I’ll probably always remember a (former) hairstylist weighing in on my loss of twenty pounds. She told me not to get rid of the clothes I was wearing before. She was sure what goes down must come back up. The exuberance with which she predicted my inevitable failure to maintain a healthy weight almost made me want to pick up a dozen Krispy Kremes on the way home and eat them in the car.

I once attended a career planning workshop with a gentleman who told me the most difficult thing about making changes are the friends you lose. With friends like these? Well, you know.

Next up, one antidote.