Somebody told me I was a remarkable woman today. What makes ME remarkable? I am shallow....sometimes unkind....fickle....demanding...naive... and a harsh critic [particularly of myself!]. But remarkable? I don't think so.
But it made me feel so good that tears came to my eyes. To be told that I impress others, that I stand out in some way, was like having a spotlight shone on me....and it felt great. I want to believe that what I was told IS true.....but just at this moment I feel as though I just don't live up to that label.
One day I will have to realise that if I choose to only see myself through the eyes of other people that I must include the lovely things that are said of me in that constructed identity....not just the negative.
Time once more for a clean slate. But my tabula rasa has never really been completely clean....as there are all these dirty smudges left behind from all the words and images written before. Perhaps in time they won't matter anymore?
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