Apparently I have some resistance to writing about resistance, because when I search for “resistance” in seven years’ worth of daily blogging, these are the posts that appear:
Day 479: Super Recovery Woman, revisited
Day 320: Show up, be gentle, tell the truth
Day 153: Do I Dare to Tweet a Tweet?
Day 149: To Tweet or Not to Tweet (is that the question?)
Day 73: The Fear of Feeling “Too Good” — Part 2
This may be a sign of resistance, but I don’t see how those posts are about resistance, defined as following:
resistance noun
re·sis·tance | \ ri-ˈzi-stən(t)s \1a : an act or instance of resisting : OPPOSITION
b : a means of resisting
2 : the power or capacity to resist: such as
a : the inherent ability of an organism to resist harmful influences (such as disease, toxic agents, or infection)
b : the capacity of a species or strain of microorganism to survive exposure to a toxic agent (such as a drug) formerly effective against it
3 : an opposing or retarding force
4a : the opposition offered by a body or substance to the passage through it of a steady electric current
b : a source of resistance
5 : a psychological defense mechanism wherein a patient rejects, denies, or otherwise opposes the therapeutic efforts of a psychotherapist
6 often capitalized : an underground organization of a conquered or nearly conquered country engaging in sabotage and secret operations against occupation forces and collaborators
Perhaps I have a resistance to writing about resistance because it can be so exhausting to deal with resistance. When I encounter resistance (definitions #1 and #3 ) that doesn’t make sense to me, it can affect my sleep and perhaps my natural resistance to disease (definition #2).
I often notice my own resistance to:
- owning my personal power,
- focusing on details,
- asking for help, and
- making too much noise.
Yesterday, I had some resistance to taking photos, so I have only these images to share:
A peace sign is one of my favorite signs of resistance.
Here, here, and here there are resistance songs on YouTube:
Do you notice any resistance to leaving a comment?
I’m never aware of any resistance to my expressing gratitude to all who help me create these daily posts, including YOU.
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I had a little resistance to leave a comment, but your music beat me! Go on, Ann! You do a good job!
I can’t resist telling you that you do a good job, too, Erika!
Thank you, Ann!
I won’t push back about starting my Monday with a comment here, Ann.
Thank you, my irresistible friend.
Even when I don’t know what to say I’m tempted to leave a comment and, like Oscar Wilde, I can resist everything except temptation.
I’m tempted to reply that you always know what to say, Chris.
Ah, the physics of electricity. Where would we be without resistance?
V/I.
I had no resistance to searching on “V/I” and finding this, Peter:
Ohm’s law states that the current through a conductor between two points is directly proportional to the voltage across the two points. Introducing the constant of proportionality, the resistance, one arrives at the usual mathematical equation that describes this relationship:
I = V/R
where I is the current through the conductor in units of amperes, V is the voltage measured across the conductor in units of volts, and R is the resistance of the conductor in units of ohms.
Very Interesting.
I never resist here. I like the photo with the sign , “ask your doctor…” The pharmaceutical companies take advantage of our vulnerability.. but I resist on asking my doctor because I would like to think he knows me better than they. Good Day, Ann
I like this comment!
I can’t resist a comment about your beauty and what a cute “IPAD” for cats 😀
I can’t resist thanking you, Irene!
Sending hugs
I can’t resist sending hugs back to you, Maureen.
Thank you. I appreciate them.
I can’t resist anything, I say yes when I should say no
I can’t resist telling you it’s important to set limits and I can’t resist your comments, Joanne.
Unfortunately Ann, some of us are forced into resistance on a daily basis simply by virtue of the race, class or gender we were born into. We turn it into a skill set and it makes us stronger. It’s our reality. A great book on the subject is The Skin We’re In by Boston’s own Dr. Janie Ward. Btw, I love the “Ask your doctor” photo. Perfect!
I can’t resist checking out that book and I can’t resist telling you I love your comments, Kat.
I really like the image of a peace sign as a favorite form of resistance! Fabulous!
Thank you, favorite and fabulous friend!
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