Selma and the Schmoppet and I are at the Rally (Rally!) this week.

Which means we are projectizing and destuckifying and getting a shocking amount of things done (we’ve already updated the events page — awesome).

So today I’m going to do something a little ….

I don’t know. Something… risky? revolutionary? sneaky? complicated?

Instead of putting up what was going to be today’s post, I am going to just give you the concept for today’s post.

You’ll have the point. The thing I would normally be explaining and example-ing.

And then I will let you expand on it.

Here it is.

When you encounter a bully, they seem so big.

They seem so big because you’re also seeing the shadow of every other bully you’ve ever encountered, at the same time.

They seem powerful because you are remembering vulnerable. They seem threatening because you remember being threatened.

If I were writing this post….

If I were writing this post, I’d talk about the variety of options available for shrinking that shadow.

Things like:

I would try to do this with compassion, without prescriptive language and without taking myself or the subject overly seriously.

Then I’d take another twenty minutes or so to find the right words for a graceful but firm explanation about asking smart questions. About being careful not to jump to conclusions or launch into advice-giving.

And that holds true whether we’re interacting with our own stuck or watching someone else (like me, for example) interact with theirs.

But I’m not writing this post….

And you don’t have to either.

Just to play a little, though. What are some of the useful points here that I would be making? Or that you might imagine I would?

If you like, you could explain what is true about the point — the essence — of this post.

Or you can ask questions you have about it (if you’re in the position of wishing I had written the post.

Or you can make intelligent guesses about what this has to do with legacy and exit strategies.

Or you can just shake your head and say to yourself, man, even when Havi says she’s taking a day off from teaching stuff she’s still going to teach stuff.

And you can eat pie, in honor of Rally. Rally! Or imaginary pie, if you’re me.

Speaking of imaginary pie.

Give yourself imaginary back-patting sparklepoints if you’ve already figured out that the point of today’s post was actually the point of yesterday’s post.

And if you didn’t, give yourself imaginary sparklepoints anyway. Sometimes I am subtle and tricksy.

Off to eat imaginary pie.

And yes, comment zen in the blanket fort for today:

We are thinking out lout here.

We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We let everyone have their own experience, which means we don’t give individual people unsolicited advice about what to do with their lives.

Kisses to the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.