Sometimes I feel so inadequate in so many different aspects and areas of my life, and then I worry and anxiously wonder what other people think of me and if I’m good enough. I’m not even sure what I wonder that I’m “good enough” at or about. Feeling like I’m unapproachable and should be more outgoing, because I am self-conscious and shy sometimes…but not always. Then I compare myself to others, and think of all my own faults and pick at them until I feel hopeless. This morning I woke up and was reading, and for some reason decided to grab a pen and write the word “hope” on my wrist. (I write things on my wrists a lot, just so you all know. It’s like a more convenient post-it note.) Then later today as I was thinking about all this, I remembered what I had written on my wrist for that seemingly random reason this morning. Hope. Before I felt hopeless, I had written that, for whatever reason. It was a beautiful and somewhat ironic reminder that I’m still growing as a person, that I’m wonderful just the way I am, and that while I’m not perfect, and never will be, every day I’m turning more and more into the person I will be someday.
I’ve been listening to so much seventies music lately…courtesy of my mommy and daddy, of course! So much of my taste in music comes from them, ever since I was really little. I’ve gotta say that Simon and Garfunkel are without a doubt my favorite “oldies” artist(s). The Sound of Silence and For Emily Whenever I May Find Her are definitely favorites. Especially the latter…aaahhh, that song makes me so emotional, and it’s simply gorgeous.