How do you translate an inside joke from Twitter into a blog post?
You don’t. Suffice it to say I’m wearing a top today which accentuates one of my … ahem… positive attributes. And that Lori thinks my doing so may incite a riot at the quiet small town library where I am tapping on my laptop.
But it brings to mind something that John brought up this morning on his blog. I’ve done it before, written about what I like about myself, but it’s so much easier to fall back into self loathing and unhealthy behaviors that mask the symptoms.
So here again, I’m going to dig deep, to think about qualities in myself which make me happy, which give me pleasure.
I love the flutter and rush when a story tumbles out of my head and onto the page. I love the motion of my fingers on the keyboard and the flow of type across my screen, words and ideas and characters and conversations born in my imagination–all testing their wings before I set them free.
I have good hair. It’s taken me nearly all of my 34 years to figure out how to deal with it, but the struggle has paid off.
I have a truly wicked sense of humor. Most people don’t even know the half of it.
I think, when the chips are down and the stakes are high, I am a good friend. Sometimes I let my friendships slip in the day-to-day, and I’m working on being more present in that way. But if you need me, and you call or I find out? I. am. there. Sometimes it’s only via phone or email or whatever (damned geography!), but I’m there.
I sometimes come across as snarky and sarcastic, and my job makes me hideously grumpy, but at the core, I am an optimist–a believer in love and luck and happiness–and I have an enormous excess of love in my heart.
And of course, to paraphrase the Daniel of Bridget Jones fame, my tits look great in this top.