Thursday, September 15, 2011
I is kind, I is smart, I is important
I've been promising my daughter for approximately two weeks that I would take her to go see The Help. She always has trouble finding books to read but from the moment she uploaded this one onto the Nook, she's been curled up on top of the blanket each evening without a sound. I haven't read it but I'm guessing if my 12-year-old is enamored than why shouldn't I be?
Probably about half of you have seen it. It's about African-American women working for families back in the 50's. You only have to be a woman to like it. I'm sure you guys think that I'm well put together mentally like the walls around Alcatraz but I struggle with the simple concept of just accepting myself "as is". Simple enough? My dream is to wake up and love me, just as I am. Thighs that I hate, acne that's made it's way back onto my face / launch pad. Hair that is out of control. When I was watching this movie I was listening to what Aibileen kept repeating to this little girl. Yeah, it's the quote up above. Shouldn't life be just that basic? I definitely think so.
I decided that's it's going to be my new philosophy. I's kind, I's smart and I's important. I will embrace my running life and not beat myself up over how long it takes me to get from Point A to Point B. I will love the time in between.
I will love my hair, even if people do double-takes, especially on rainy days. Because it could be worse. Or could it?
He's hungry for Marshmellow Peeps. That's why his face reads of anguish.
I swam a mile last night, then I celebrated by doing the back float. Just like a waterbed, only....more water outside the mattress.
Do you ever find yourself having a hard time trying to accept the things you can't change?