Slow Boil

I was sitting here thinking about all the content creators, celebrities, etc. who have shifted their content topics because of all the tomfoolery going on around us. They hit a point where not saying anything was no longer an option.

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist’s quote: “Living in today’s social climate is traumatic. We’ve normalized feeling powerless, merely existing, and doing our best to function while simmering.” Bold white text overlays a close-up photo of a pot simmering on a stovetop, with the Share & Let’s Live! podcast logo watermark in the lower right; the footer displays "mdillondesigns.com/blog".

I am a person who doesn’t watch the news. And I mean I really don’t watch. I don’t even tune in for the weather.

I stopped watching the news when I was pregnant with my daughter. It was advice given in one of those what-you-need-to-know-while-you’re-pregnant type books. It was in a section about the importance managing your stress level for the sake of the baby. Since I’m prone to anxiety, when I saw, “stop watching the news,” I listened. They said the news will be there when your pregnancy is over. I stopped watching that day and haven’t looked back. My little one will soon be off to college.

Even though I don’t watch the news, I still get plenty via my news feed. When I see everybody referencing the same topic, I may get curious and do my research (Google) to find why this topic is trending.

And… trigger warning… BLM, police brutality, death….

I am grateful to the person who decided to press record and capture that horrid video that everyone watched (but me) of George Floyd being murdered by a police officer while other officers stood by and did nothing. Black folk have been saying they’re doing this for so many decades (or centuries???), but for people to sit and watch a man plead for his life and witness him expiring, it woke people up from the stupor. It was no longer okay to ignore what’s been going on, or to accept it as “the way things are.”

I am a person, who was well aware that Black men in particular were being exterminated by crooked police officers simply because they could get away with it. It happened constantly. My ex would scour the newspaper daily and find the reports. Young boy gets shot in the back running from police. Camera footage suddenly disappears. Coroner report suddenly changes. Parents hold press conferences asking for justice. People rally. People march. No accountability. People give up. Everybody moves on.

But this time was different….

As I was sitting here thinking about why various influencers, celebs, etc. started to speak out, I started to think about the current climate of the world. Those “Black Lives Matter” rallies didn’t just happen in the city where Mr. Floyd’s murder took place. They happened all around the world. Black people all around the world rallied saying “enough is enough.” His death woke people up.

It wasn’t that his death was the first, or even the last. It was that his death moved so many people from the simmer we’d been sitting in to a full on rolling boil.

I always hear people talk about…. (and I love living creatures so it creeps me out, and makes me sad, but I get their point) ….the best way to boil a frog…. (breathe) is to put it in the water before it’s hot and slowly turn up the heat.

I think that’s a great way to describe what’s been going on around here (the world) lately. So many of us have been sitting in this mildly uncomfortable water. As incidents happen that are increasingly not okay, the temperature is slowly becoming more uncomfortable.

The temperature doesn’t feel the same for everybody. The measure of the discomfort surrounding you is in proportion to: how the world’s events align with your worldview, life experiences, social influences, content you consume, and your inner convictions—not to mention your financial status, access to resources, and how directly you are affected by what’s going.

For some, it’s not hot. Everything’s good and how it should be. For many others, the temperature increase is becoming noticeable. And for those who are now speaking out—myself included—we’ve hit our boiling point.

The slow rumble has become a full rolling boil and there’s nothing left for us to do but yell, “IT’S HOT! THEY’RE BOILING US ALIVE! DO SOMETHING! SAY SOMETHING!” And some will join in the yelling, because they feel it, too. And some will meet to devise a plan of escape. And some will say, “I hear you. It is getting hot in here. But there’s nothing we can do about it.” And some will say, “I hear it’s hot over there. That’s unfortunate for you. Glad it’s cool over here.” And others completely unaffected by the heat will say, “It’s not hot to me. I’m pretty sure if you don’t like the heat, you could just get out the pot.” And the ones controlling the temperature, will say, “It’s not that bad. The heat is temporary. And, if anyone’s being boiled, it’s because they deserve it. We’ve gotta boil them to keep you safe.”

But you know what I’m waiting on?

I’m waiting for the ones who think they’ll never get put in the pot to realize it’s getting hot for them, too. When will they realize that they are gently simmering as the cost of living goes up, as the gas and food prices become unbearable, and their wages no longer can cover their necessities.

You know what I wonder? How long will it take the ones with the least resources to recognize it’s getting a bit too hot?

I’m wondering when they’ll start to wake up to the lies and inconsistencies between words and actions… when they’ll realize that the one who’s smiling and joking, saying, “I’m not that bad,” is maintaining eye contact while slowly turning that stove knob. I wonder when they’ll realize they’re also in the pot.

I said to a friend a few months ago that I’m convinced that the middle class—well those who are of the “complexion of protection”—will not be the ones to fix this. I believe it will be the rebellion of the poor. The white middle class has too much to lose in terms of community and social status. All that goes out the window when you have nothing to eat, can’t get to work, and lose your job.

Some people have too much money to really see what’s going on. It doesn’t impact them. But little by little, those same ones who proudly wore the hats (and the gauze patches 🙄) will recognize that they’re aligned with their enemy. The rolling boil of need will wake them up. And they’ll see through the steam and notice that it’s only a handful of people outside the stove.

When they can’t feed their families, or make rent, and watch their loved ones struggle and die for lack of healthcare, they’ll start to feel the heat.

When it gets unbearable—because it directly affects them—they’ll look around and realize they too are being boiled alive.

Blessings,

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist


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Teacher’s Pet Part 2

I recorded this podcast episode as a part 2. I did some additional unpacking of the dream that led to the original post, “From Teacher’s Pet to Pushover.” I will tell you about the dream in the podcast. If you didn’t read the blog, that’s fine. Both posts can stand alone. AND you can gain my full insights by experiencing them both.

So check out today’s podcast below. And if you want to get the full-bodied experience, check out the blog post here.

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist’s quote: “I give people way too many chances because I don’t want to be the bad guy for calling you on your bullsh*t.” Large bold white text overlays a softly blurred classroom with desks and colorful school supplies; the Share & Let’s Live! podcast logo watermark appears in the lower right, and the footer displays “mdillondesigns.com/blog”.
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FYI I cuss so wait ’til the kids and elders aren’t around. Press play to listen to today’s podcast. Blessings!

For more info on inner child work, check out my episode Inner Child Work Works. Additional resources are provided in that episode (I think. lol #ADHD)

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From Teacher’s Pet to Pushover

I just woke from a dream. I was a cop. Increasingly all the evidence in a case is pointing toward one of my friends on the force. They’re starting to overexplain and feign offense as I begin to question them. The more they talk, the more I realize they are the one. And I don’t want to say the words. I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want to have to call my friend out for being wrong. They’ll hate me. Everybody will hate me. They’ll get in trouble. But THEY did the crime! Why am I stuck with—responsible for—their consequence?

I woke from the dream with these words in my mind…

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist’s quote: “I give people way too many chances because I don’t want to be the bad guy for calling you on your bullsh*t.” Large bold white text overlays a softly blurred classroom with desks and colorful school supplies; the Share & Let’s Live! podcast logo watermark appears in the lower right, and the footer displays “mdillondesigns.com/blog”.

I GIVE PEOPLE WAY TOO MANY CHANCES BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE THE BAD GUY FOR CALLING YOU ON YOUR BULLSH*T.

What’s that about?

Why do I care more about looking bad for holding you accountable than I do about actually holding you accountable?

And in a brief flash of my memory. I heard the answer. Grade school. Good kid. Doesn’t want to get in trouble. Does the right thing. And now because I choose to stay out of trouble, the teacher has me watch the class while she steps out. Kids acting up because she’s not there to supervise, but they also don’t want me to tell.

My job? Take down the names of those acting up. Lots of pressure. Don’t want to be seen as the bad guy. But they won’t behave. So now I’ve gotta keep addressing them saying, “C’mon. Be quiet. I don’t want to have to write you down. You’re getting too loud.” They calm down, but the longer she’s gone the more they crank up.

I’m already annoyed from being under pressure. I just wanted to keep myself out of trouble with my mom. Why am I being volunteered, better yet, “volun-told” to be in charge? I didn’t want the position. I was just tryna take care of me. Now, everybody’s mad because it wasn’t them. “Ugh. She’s always the one picked. Teacher’s pet.”

I didn’t ask for this. I’m taking care of me. It’s not my job. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be punished with pressure for being good. I just want to be left alone.

And now here we are with pressure and stupidity. They won’t shut up. I’m gonna get in trouble because they’re acting up and I’m supposed to control the class. This is not my job. Why won’t she c’mon and get back? They’re getting loud again. Anxiety. F*ck. Hurry up and come back. Now I’m irritated. “Would y’all be quiet? She’s going to hear y’all. I’m gonna have to write down names.” Now, they’re grumbling. “Of course you are, teacher’s pet. C’mon don’t write us down. We’ll be quiet.” Someone shushes the class. They quiet for a little. The sound gradually increases. Anxiety cranks up. Then she finally walks in. Instant relief… and anger within, because why did you put me through that? It’s not my job. Do YOUR job. Leave me out of it.

It’s not over. “Was everybody behaving themselves? Who was acting up?” Pressure. Now I’ve gotta lie. They’re all looking at me. They’re mumbling through clenched teeth not to tell. I’m raised not to lie, but I don’t want anybody mad at me. She’s insistent. She heard them as she was approaching. I lie. They’re relieved. I feel like sh*t. She repeats her query. “I know someone was talking. You sure NOBODY was talking, Marlene?” “Nope. They were behaving.” “You sure? Not even… (she names the usual suspects)?” “Yeah.”

They were absolutely talking. Had to call them out multiple times asking them to stop and keep it down. Now I’m lying for them, because I don’t want them to be mad at me. I don’t want the group to ostracize me. I don’t want to get in trouble myself for lying. I just want this to be over. And finally she says after a long stare down between me and the usual suspects, and me and the floor, and me and the teacher. She relents. Lets me go to my seat. The anxiety dies down.

Until next time.

But next time I volunteer to go do whatever she was going to do because WHO WANTS THAT PRESSURE?

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It’s weird how dreams can give us clarity we didn’t know we needed…. how inner child work can bring back old stories that we didn’t know… well, remember… were in there.

I’ve been doing inner child work for a while—the simple questioning of my younger self for insight on why I think and act as I do. It’s amazing how we have answers within, that we don’t even recall.

That habit of checking in with my inner child has become a lifestyle choice over time. My inner child is very present for me, a constant companion. I don’t have to sit down with paper and pen and switch hands to have her write her responses to my questions. I now can just ask internally and the answer appears within.

I never used to believe in inner child work. I thought it was nonsense. “There’s no little kid living in me. What woo woo crap!” But then one day I needed help uncovering things and everywhere I turned people were talking about inner child work. So in frustration, having no other alternative to find the answers to what was deeply hurting me, I went searching for a book on this woo woo inner child nonsense. I believe that when something keeps coming to me it might be an answer, a next step on my journey. And it truly was.

If you want to learn more about inner child work (don’t worry, this is free, I’m not offering a course… hmmm but maybe I should…) this is just a post I did on the topic to clear up most of your questions. In it I’m pretty sure I provide the resource (the book I read) that taught me how to tap into my own inner child. It is a real thing and it can be a very helpful thing on your own journey of inner healing.

Thought I’d share. Hope this helps.

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Blessings,

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist

The Weirdest Most Hilarious Dream!

O… M… G…. 😂 I. Just. Had. THE. Wildest. Weirdest. Most Hilarious Dream!

Wait ’til you hear this sh*t.

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Pleeeease listen all the way to the end. It gets better. 😂 (Oh, sidebar, if you’re a fan of the orange pseudo king in office this might not be that funny for you.)

No more words. Just press play. 😂😂😂

Enjoy!

Blessings!

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist


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