I have to say, having a niece who’s absolutely in love with her toddler cousin is such a nice thing. Last week Ashley sent us a message over the Wii and offered to watch Autumn some weekend if we wanted to bring her over. It only took us a matter of seconds to decide this weekend would be the perfect weekend since we’re all going to meet up for a family reunion on Sunday anyway. That means Nathan and I will get another 36 hours of toddler-free living. Life is good.
My mind is not quite functioning beyond anticipating the euphoria of a child-free weekend, so I really don’t have much to post today. Instead I’ve gone back to my journals and pulled out another masterpiece that will no doubt earn me the distinction of “most boring self-obsessed yammerer ever.”
I usually write in my personal journals to sort things out (read:. to whine) and rarely is there an entry in which I’m celebrating life. My challenge today was to find an entry that abandons the usual fare of lonely tears and dead kittens and actually focuses on the positive. The entry I chose starts like this: “I guess I can say that I’m pretty happy. I could be happier…” Believe it or not, this works for me.
While I wouldn’t say I’m actually celebrating life in this entry, I do find out that life can be full of welcome surprises. It was written November 15, 1992, just over a week before my 21st birthday.
A nice thing happened to me at work the other day. I was in a bad mood. Not for any particular reason, it was just one of those days. This guy I work with named Kevin asked me if I was in a bad mood and I said that I was. He told me I should be in a good mood, so I asked him to give me one good reason that I should be in a good mood. He thought about that for a few seconds and then said, “Well, you’re not ugly.” I immediately burst out laughing and thanked him for the “compliment.” He said, “I thought it was obvious.”
“What’s obvious?” I asked.
“That you’re good looking,” he said. “I mean you’re not fashion model gorgeous, but you’re not ugly.”
That started me thinking that maybe guys notice me after all, however I don’t think I want Kevin to be the one who notices me.
While this may seem like another silly entry from a silly girl, I still have a vivid memory of this moment. I remember what Kevin looked like, I remember how long my hair was and where we were when he said this to me. Even though he was by no means an ideal suitor (pervy little guy who told inappropriate jokes), Kevin’s compliment was very empowering. Kind words can do that, even if they are followed by a qualifier that puts a cap on the amount of your awesomeness.
So, in an attempt to pay it forward, let me say you all are beautiful. Go forth and be awesome.