Here’s to those of us who are imperfect but are doing our thing anyway.
Congratulations to all the speakers, like me, who are still scared to speak in front of others and, yet, speak. This is also for you writers, also like me. Our words are not polished. The reader may not perfectly understand everything we convey. But we write anyway.
Hip hip hooray to all the artists who still paint or take photos, regardless of how amateur we are. We are good enough. It’s art, someone will love it, but that doesn’t even matter. What’s important is that we enjoyed creating it and we see something there.
Last but not least, here’s to all the women in my age group celebrating our beautiful humanity.
I’m talking to those who have brains that can’t find the word they’re looking for. It’s common to forget our train of thought. We look to our husband or significant other with a look that begs, oh please help me out here. They sometimes finish our sentences for us.
To those of us who have dark circles under our eyes because we wake up with hip pain, or can’t fall asleep because of restless leg syndrome. Take heart. All the women who frequently alternate between hot and cold, I get you. We take care of ourselves and we still look tired. It’s not our fault. And, it’s not our fault that our hair is thinning. We don’t whine (maybe a little). Instead, we make adjustments like the clever comb-over to hide our thin spots. When it works, it looks pretty good.
We are good enough. In fact, we’re amazing!
And, we love our brains, thank you. We’re smart, talented, have lots to say. It’s our purpose to share our light and inspiration.
Most importantly, we feel that our hearts will wither and our light will dim if we don’t share our humanity.
So I’ll keep on taking risks, sometimes stammering when I wish I was articulate. Sometimes hitting a good patch of beautiful words and eloquently conveying a sentiment that comes from my heart. Oooh, that feels good.
Here’s to seeing some of my friends, family members and loved one’s embarrassment for me as I strive to take my steps. Worse yet, their disinterest. Here’s to hearing someone’s words “I cringe for you” and still getting up every day to take more steps towards bringing my life more alive.
To every negative Nelly, those playing it safe and all mainstream lovers. I understand you and I get it. In spite of your assumptions, I love you anyways my friend. I’m releasing any resentment towards your reaction to what interests me. Just don’t expect me to pick up the phone when you call. And you might not want to wait for my call.
I live in another space now and I’m happy here.
I will not stop what I’m doing and join you in your space. That’s because I’m too wrapped up in being the incredible me that is living my beautiful adventurous life. One imperfect moment at a time.