I went to the dance--not hoping to meet someone but hoping to get myself past the endless comparisons, past seeing myself as "less than."
I love to dance. I love parties. I love costumes. The only reason I didn't want to go is that constant feeling of not being enough. It doesn't really matter much whether I go to one dance, but it matters a lot whether I give in to that feeling and give up on myself.
I believe in Magic, but I know Magic is not going to come knock on my door. It will find me when I am ready. The only way I know to get ready is to face my fears and insecurities.
Last night, I did that dressed as a Sand Witch, complete with sand-colored glitter covering my face, patches of sand and seashells glued to my witch's cape, and black-and-white striped socks disappearing into my pointy-toed shoes. This morning I'm going to do it at a Lift class at the gym. Who knows what I'll try tomorrow.
9 comments:
Atta girl!
I love your creativity and your courage. I love you. One step at a time.
I am glad you went. But you never said how it was!
Glady out went you brave, sexy thing!
Most excellent.
Lift class, eh? Next thing we know, you'll be learning basketball.
Sandwitch! So clever.
Sand Witch. See? Look at that creativity.
I hope you feel better soon....
PICTURES!!! Sheesh.
:)
For me, there is nothing more destructive and anxiety-inducing than comparison. It is a drug; once I start sizing myself up against "the competition" I won't likely stop until it's incapacitating.
Keep reminding yourself that you are wonderful. Because you are. Just because you are.
'nuff said.
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