midweek snack 005
don’t poke the bear (but also maybe do)
I’ve been thinking a lot about the phrase “don’t poke the bear.” In other words, don’t provoke something powerful or it might come back twice as hard.
I was raised by parents who taught me to stand up and speak up, not to be afraid of poking the bear. Last week, something at my kids’ school felt off. Not small-off. Not ignore-it-off. BIG OFF! So I did what I tend to do best: I made the call, dropped some facts, stayed calm, and poked the bear with a smile.
It worked. The situation was addressed for my kiddos and all the others in the same boat. It felt incredible. That being said, not every outcome is like that. And I’m not suggesting we go out on the prowl looking for daily fights. But I do think we default too often to “it is what it is” when something needs to be questioned, myself included. Complacency can be comfortable (and remarkably stress-free), but sometimes it becomes complicity.
To be fair, this “poke the bear” energy has definitely gotten me into sticky situations before. My Four-Shirted-Husband™ would agree I have two toxic traits:
I believe I can befriend or domesticate every wild animal in existence. The bear will not maul me because it will sense my EXCELLENT VIBES. Duh.
I believe, to my core, I can fist fight grown men double my size.
I’ve learned I can’t (and shouldn’t) poke every single bear. I also do not, in fact, have superhuman strength—I have herniated discs and a sour tummy. TBH, it’s kind of shocking I haven’t been punched in the face yet.
But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t poke some bears.
I hope this encourages you to speak up about something you care about this week, even if the bear is a little scary.
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Now go forth and poke responsibly—see ya soon!
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When you say poke the bear, what kind of bear are we talking about? I need specifics? One that could become a pet? A polar bear? (could also be a pet in our farm of dreams). x
Yes!!! The world is so much better because of people like you who speak up. Preferably without getting into a physical fight though. Sending you so much love.