Beyond the looking glass…
I looked in the mirror today and smiled.
I am beautiful, I said out loud.
I was surprised in that moment by how rarely I say that.
So often I find myself in self-scrutiny – the kind that “gives me something to improve upon” or “makes me a better person.” I am so busy asking myself how I can be better that I neglect to take time to appreciate how good I already am.
Take time to stop and smell the roses.
What a trite little saying. It is so often quoted, it seems so easily done; and yet, in today’s world of hustle and bustle, of hurry up and get ahead, of being a productive member of society or of my family or of humanity, slowing down to appreciate anything outside of progress sometimes feels like a task too time consuming and progress-slowing to undertake authentically.
I looked in the mirror again and smiled.
What if I spend time here –
…just gazing upon the forty-three year old twice-divorced mother of two? And what if I spend time looking beyond the mirror, through it, behind those hazel eyes? What if I didn’t allow myself to scrutinize but instead only allowed myself to look for those things I value and that I want others to value and appreciate?
Today I will look in the mirror and smell the roses I see there.
How funny to take those two ideas and the contrasting senses and force them together into the same thought. My olfactory senses surely won’t work when I apply them against the reflective glass vision, will they?
In my imagination all things are possible.
It is one of the first things I appreciate about me. And I think I am off and running.