If you follow me on Twitter chances are you’ve already seen this picture, but I needed something to help illustrate what words nearly can’t.
It’s been a hell of a week and while I have a smile on my face, I needed armor. Truth be told I’ve needed a chain mail suit to buffer the rat-a-tat-tat of health hurdles, work challenges and logistical knots, in other words, it’s been a typical week for a mom of three, business owner two times over and a person intent on doing more than is reasonable/rational. <sigh>
I’ve found myself feeling like a delicate tea kettle, circumstances each day bringing me to a rattle that feels like it might shatter me. Day after day the thing that makes me nod ever so slightly as if to say, “Actually, I think I can do this,” is that I am making an effort to go face-to-face with what scares me and, gasp, dress for the occasion. Sweaty palms, trembling limbs and a let’s-get-it-over-with resolve and then before I know it, I have survived.
You see that wrist up there? It’s got a bangle on it. Actually it’s a necklace, but I figure being as tall as I am, I can rock a necklace on my wrist. Also, bracelet makers of the world, maybe you could make a bracelet to fit around my wrist? I can’t be that much of a mutant.
I’ve been finding my voice, both at work when I feel scared and at home when I feel selfish. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really like these tests, but I do like the pattern of getting it over with and making the time. All those quotes hinting at the idea of seeing the reality you want to achieve are kind of spot on. Slouching around the house without a bra or shuffling into work with wet hair? It’s fine, you can call it liberating, but at some point you have to own the fact that in order to own it, you have to own it.
To-do lists mount, failures breed, jeans and hoodies beckon, but I dare you to try standing tall, doing your hair and strutting right up to that thing you fear and telling it, “You don’t own me.”
Oh, Amanda…mornings are the worst, I don’t know how you do it with your gaggle of girls! One good thing about working where I do, going in looking like I just rolled out of bed is not an option. I have no choice but to put my game face on M-F, but it sure is hard some days. I hear you, girl.
Take that, Fear. Up Yours! You don’t own me. I love it. One of my dear friends always says “feel the fear and do it anyway”. And I try to.
And the mornings. Geesh. Me too. Me too.
She’s owning that hairdo, that’s for sure!
There are times at work when I feel that cutting this corner, or taking that shortcut will be a beneficial thing. After all, who cares, right?
I’m learning that I need to care more . . .
Is your wrist too big? Really? Of course you know this interests me even if I haven’t made jewelry since forever. You’re tall but tiny, so your wrist must be smaller than average! I know that wasn’t the point of your post but ..:)
And then they expect you to weild mascara!
I can’t hear this song without thinking of Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. Hope you’re dancing the proverbial peppy meringue soon!
I will totally make you a bracelet that fits. What’s the measurement?
Love the soundtrack/theme song – will try to keep it in mind as I wrangle my life…Umm…did I see IRON flat sheets and pillowcases? The bar is set too high for me!
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