Who are you?
I woke up this morning, opened up my laptop and continued writing an assignment for my current course that I began a few days ago. This is a first for me – I usually write my assignments very last-minute and between midnight and eight o-clock in the morning of the due date! For those of you new to my blog, I am in the final year of a degree and I am determined not to stress about this last year. Anyway, after an hour or so I decided to take a break – literally – by stopping work for a while and having my usual breakfast (breaking my fast for those who like literal to mean literal) of porridge. Scrummy.
Two hours later I have come back to the assignment (sort of). In those two hours I’ve eaten, played with the dogs, showered, and watched TV. The TV programme (something presented by Matt Baker and Julia Bradbury – and there is a whole blog or two on T.V. to be written one day…) provided inspiration for our next adventure; it was about discovering secret places in Blighty. Right up my street. There are so many places in this wonderful (United) kingdom (or queendom depending how you view it during Lizzy’s reign) which are inspiring, beautiful, educational and interesting. I guess many of us have yet to discover these and I know that I desperately want to explore them all – just because!
One place that jumped out at me (and is fairly easy to access) is called Rudyard’s lake – a place loved by Kipling’s parents, hence his name!!
After watching this, Tom took the pooches out for a walk so I jumped in the shower. As I brushed my hair afterwards I looked at myself in the mirror. I mean really looked.
Studying my face I looked through my eyes and into myself, my soul. I asked myself who actually am I? How did I get to look like I do? Is what I look like so important? I came up with the following answers:
What you look like is not really important at all. Having said that, your appearance does give rise to being judged – whether we want to admit it or not. On ‘messing around the boat days’ I still apply mascara and lipstick – but I do this for ME and me alone – because if I look ‘OK’ I feel good.
I get my looks from both parents and I don’t think I’m gorgeous – nor do I think I am ugly. I am just me; when I look in the mirror I’m reminded of both of my parents – lucky for me I love my parents – and I had/have good parents – so that’s ok. But…I imagine if you have bad memories of your parents, seeing a resemblance could have a negative effect on you.
I know my faults (personality wise) and I know I have good, positive, traits yet I am still astounded and surprised when I look deep into my soul.
I’m disorganised yet organised, I’m happy yet sometimes sad, I’m a tad crazy (ask Tom – no don’t!) yet sensible when I need to be, I have a tendency to being very laid-back and blasé but I’m driven. I am often caring and thoughtful yet I can be selfish. I can be hyperactive but I love being lazy (until I realise I’ve been lazy and then the ‘guilt’ sets in – guilt at not ‘living life to the full’ every single minute).
Do you every look – really look – at, and inside, yourself. If not, try it – you’ll be amazed at who you see!
Taking a few minutes out to think about who you are, and to tell yourself, ‘I’m OK’ is a good thing to do. In my case, ‘It’s a Girl Thing’.
Hugs
Leigh xx
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