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Pissing on my Parade (by Tanja)

 


Whenever I hear the phrase “don’t rain on my parade,” I always think of that Robin Williams movie Mrs. Doubtfire where he’s doing a montage with his brother to find the right look, and they sing the Barbara Streisand song.


But here’s a little history: It was first created by songwriter Bob Merrill and then composed by the famous Jule Styne back in 1964 when they birthed the song “Don’t Rain on My Parade.” But most people wouldn’t know that or those names because it gained widespread popularity after Barbara Streisand sang it in the 1964 musical “Funny Girl.”

I’m quite aware of the fact that the original words are “don’t rain on my parade”, but it somehow lacks a real punch. It’s a far more extreme emotional experience than the phrase lets onto. Let’s say, for example, you’re having a conversation with a (so-called) bestie about a life-altering experience. You’re super excited and share this new joy in your life with your friend, but for some reason you can’t help but feel like they stole the helium right out of your balloon.

Author and life coach Martha Beck defines these “thieves” as “… a person who sees virtue in pessimism. With one well-placed jab, he/she can let the air out of any good time, and make a bad time feel even worse.”

Many of us have found ourselves on both sides of the thievery, but it’s no fun being on either side of the fence. On the one side you lack the ability to share in someone else’s good news because you’re probably that way inclined. Or you’re the victim and feel utter disappointment when this person pees on your parade, stealing the moment from you.

Staying focused on your positive feelings and ignoring the parade peeing is not an easy feat. One thing’s for sure; you deserve to surround yourself with people who encourage you to shine and stay shining. I’m not saying honesty is a bad thing because sometimes we do need a dose of reality, but being honest with someone because you sincerely care is far different from being the parade pisser. You will know the difference, even feel it.

The parade pisser seems threatened or uncomfortable when something good happens in your life, causing your joy to fade and your light to dim. Don’t, I repeat, don’t dim yourself down. Dimming yourself down sometimes happens when you feel guilty for the good thing that’s happened to you.

The bottom line is this; you shouldn’t have to feel like you have to hold back on the joys of your life because of someone who is struggling to see the joy in their own life. This is not fair to you. It will bring not only you, but the other person into a space that is smaller and less comfortable for you both. You need to take full responsibility and honor all that you have to offer.

To the parade pisser I have the following message: When you feel yourself ready to strap on your pissing cape and dim down someone else’s enthusiasm, stop yourself.  Move through the actions of encouragement and support (even if you have to fake it), and see if your emotions follow your lead.  Re-examine your motives. Your reactions to others say more about you than it does about them.

On the other hand, if you find yourself being dimmed by someone when you try to share a joy in your own life, don’t dim down your light to protect them. If someone's negativity is affecting you, it's okay to set boundaries. Politely let them know that you prefer not to engage in negative conversations or that you need some space.

Reject the negative assumptions and move on. Give yourself permission to be surrounded by people who will lift you up, build your confidence and support your vision. You deserve to be surrounded with people who make you feel like you’re becoming a better version of who you were meant to be. Sometimes it takes a lot of courage to remove yourself from toxic friendships and make room for genuine parade enthusiasts.

The reason why I chose this topic for my post was because we have firsthand experience with people who cannot share our enthusiasm with us. As most of you who read our blog know, we have had a few very difficult years behind us – financial, health, limbs, etc. Our suffering was not due to a lack of trying or from giving up. We have tried so many things as mentioned in my post “If at first”, and in all our efforts, there have always been those who felt our pain, encouraged us and believed in us. And yet there have also been those who felt it necessary to criticize and condemn. All I can say to these parade pissers is SHAME ON YOU!

If you find yourself being dimmed down by someone else’s negativity, take heart, lift your head high, give it your best, shine and keep shining. You ARE worth it!

So, watch out world, here we come!

I’d like for you to read this piece below that someone sent me, then read the whole piece in reverse. It’s mind blowing!

Today was the absolute worst day ever

And don’t try to convince me that

There’s something good in every day

Because, when you take a close look,

This world is a pretty evil place.

Even if

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.

And it’s not true that

It’s all in the mind and heart

Because

True happiness can be obtained

Only if one’s surroundings are good

It’s not true that good exists

I’m sure you can agree that

The reality

Creates

My attitude

It’s all beyond my control

And you’ll never in a million years hear me say that

Today was a good day

 

Now let’s read the whole piece in reverse:

 

Today was a good day

And you’ll never in a million year hear me say that

It’s all beyond my control

My attitude

Creates

The reality

I’m sure you can agree that

It’s not true that good exists

Only if one’s surroundings are good

True happiness can be obtained

Because

It’s all in the mind and heart

And it’s not true that

Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

Even if

This world is a pretty evil place.

Because, when you take a closer look,

There’s something good in every day

And don’t try to convince me that

Today was the absolute worst day ever.

 

No more pissing on my parade! I’m the star of my own story 😊

 

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