Happy Happiness

SO JUST WHAT COLOR IS YOUR FLAG. . . ?

Everyone knows about
RED FLAGS
No one wants to know about
WHITE FLAGS
But maybe it’s the
GREEN FLAGS
we need to be seeking and flying. . .
I recently had this feed from Tashin Rose (no I don’t know her and have never remotely purposely or accidentally followed her) seemingly pop up on my feed and I don’t see those as
FLAGS TO IGNORE. . .
Maybe for just here, just now, you shouldn’t either. . .

What just screams
GREEN FLAGS
about someone?

When they don’t hold grudges , communicate clearly and sort out things as soon as possible.
When they do anything and everything to make you feel loved.
When they understand your love language and try to make you feel loved in your way.
When they are honest and you don’t have to worry about their loyality for not even a second.
When they don’t make you feel insecure in any way.
When they include your name in room full of opportunities.
When they want to see your growth, your success and do anything possible to help you out in your way of success.
When they make you feel heard, seen and understood.
When they make effort to make the relationship better than yesterday.
When they give you time not only when their mood is to give but when you need them the most too.
When they respect you always and also no matter how bad the fight is they never disrespect you out of anger. They know how to control.
When they do mistakes and also accepts it and try to fix it.

What color Flag are you flying. . . ?
RED
WHITE
GREEN
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
Color Blindness has nothing to do with it

Gillian is a seven-year-old girl who cannot sit in school. She continually gets up, gets distracted, flies with thoughts, and doesn’t follow lessons. Her teachers worry about her, punish her, scold her, reward the few times that she is attentive, but nothing. Gillian does not know how to sit and cannot be attentive.

When she comes home, her mother punishes her too. So not only does she Gillian have bad grades and punishment at school, but she also suffers from them at home.

One day, Gillian’s mother is called to school. The lady, sad as someone waiting for bad news, takes her hand and goes to the interview room. The teachers speak of illness, of an obvious disorder. Maybe it’s hyperactivity or maybe she needs a medication.

During the interview an old teacher arrives who knows the little girl. He asks all the adults, mother and colleagues, to follow him into an adjoining room from where she can still be seen. As he leaves, he tells Gillian that they will be back soon and turns on an old radio with music.

As the girl is alone in the room, she immediately gets up and begins to move up and down chasing the music in the air with her feet and her heart. The teacher smiles as the colleagues and the mother look at him between confusion and compassion, as is often done with the old. So he says:

“See? Gillian is not sick, Gillian is a dancer!”

He recommends that her mother take her to a dance class and that her colleagues make her dance from time to time. She attends her first lesson and when she gets home she tells her mother:

“Everyone is like me, no one can sit there!”

In 1981, after a career as a dancer, opening her own dance academy and receiving international recognition for her art, Gillian Lynne became the choreographer of the musical “Cats.”

Hopefully all “different” children find adults capable of welcoming them for who they are and not for what they lack.Long live the differences, the little black sheep and the misunderstood. They are the ones who create beauty in this world.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:

THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE TOLD TO Shhhhhhhhhhhhh AND SIT STILL. . .

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