I’m in my favorite Blogging attire: fleece pajama pants, loose t-shirt, no bra, fuzzy socks, slippers and my headset playing some Jackson Browne. Life doesn’t get better than this, not for me.
I had a “spa” day with a couple of girlfriends this afternoon. It was such a great day. I really enjoyed getting into some serious discussions about life, religion or lack of it, ambitions, dreams, insecurities, and passions. I love conversations that help me grow as a person. It was one of those kinds of days.
One of the ladies pointed out that I say this certain phrase constantly whenever I am talking. She was doing it in a kind way and just making me aware of it. I have been saying it for so long, why hadn’t anyone else ever told me. She would touch her nose every time I said it; I’m surprised her nose didn’t fall off by the end of the day. I know I have your curiosity peeked, “what is the phrase.” I told her that when I “write” that “phrase” never appears. “What do you think that means,” she asks.
I think it’s about insecurities that we all have, it’s the baggage that we all carry from our childhoods. The feeling of not wanting to be singled out, appear inferior to others. I find that through my writing my authentic being appears. This is who I am, the real me. Wow, that’s just so powerful to me. I just feel lucky because I feel like I “get it.” I’m unique, I have dreams that I am trying to make a reality. I’m excited about the future and what life holds for me if I leave myself open to the possibilities.
