I am four feet ten or eleven, depending on which doctor's office I am at, or perhaps from some measuring dispenser. I wear whatever I have purchased as cheaply as I could, or some form of hand-me-downs from friends and loved ones.
I have great hair. I thank God for my hair that most days seems to manage itself, and look pretty grand. It would probably look better if maintained with regular haircuts, colors, and the like...but, that kind of maintenance wears me out.
I am not graceful, I am rather clumsy. Only when I am dancing do I feel somewhat agile, and steady. Although, I like to pretend sometimes a runway model, and do "the walk".
I know my beauty, and the limits of it. I was speaking with a male co-worker, and we agreed that it's probably better to have a real assessment of your looks, and even better to have almost an ignorant one. For, the person who knows accurately how they can appeal to someone else can as we all know become cocky, arrogant,etc.
And the best part that I like about myself is that I am a woman. I love, love, love being a woman. I don't always love the walk that is mine in being one, but I love that I got the chance to be female, and not male. Not to hate on the boys or anything, but I enjoy being able to share with another person my emotions, feelings, etc. Guys miss out when they don't do that...
Anyway, I have been thinking these last few weeks of the vision of my life, and what I am to do. I have these sort of grandiose ideas of becoming something great; the reality of it is, my name will probably not be known a hundred years from now. But, I do believe in personal responsibility, and feel as though my purpose, my existence is waiting...waiting on me to find the next piece of the puzzle of my life.
w-o-m-e-n
I love being around women, I love to hear their stories, I love to share in their moments of joy, as well as show sympathy in their sorrows.
I want to do something that "gives back" to women, that helps them enrich their lives, something that can tell their stories, something that can make them grandmothers who speak wisdom to their grandchildren.
how?
helping in a women's shelter, helping women escape from human trafficking, helping women survive breast cancer...these are only a few avenues...now, for a clearer vision...like the man that Jesus healed...I can see men who look like trees walking.
