i was talking to fond friend ling last week, about men & women, relationships, getting older, and stuff like that. girl talk.
most women say that they are more confident and forgiving of themselves, and learn to love themselves more, in their 30’s. i can relate to some of that crap, but for the most part, i have concluded that, while i do indeed know myself more now, i dont necessarily like myself any more than i did in my teens and 20’s. less, actually. but at the same time, now i am more confident. its tricky.
here’s the deal. i am essentially a pretty decent person, and have had lots of amazing stuff handed to me. but i used to think i deserved all things good, and got confused when their delivery was denied or delayed. now i look back and think what a privileged, undeserving life i have led thus far. this is what being blessed is all about - we are all unworthy of 99% of the good stuff that God chooses to bestow upon us.
i see myself as much more flawed than i was previously aware of. most of the time i am selfish, self-serving, self-absorbed, jealous, envious, greedy, gossipy, judgmental, way too sensitive, and talk with my mouth full. once in a while i am compassionate and generous and thoughtful. but the beauty in all this is recognizing that we are flawed, and loved in spite of it. but women’s magazines only talk about how we grow to love ourselves more as we get older, not that its really a love/hate thing.
if the flip side to all this self awareness is again becoming bitter about never having all i think is due me, then i shall choose to live in self deprecation, continuously trying to harshly judge only myself. and failing miserably.

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