Have I ever mentioned how much it drives me crazy when one of my characters punches me with a truth?
I’m harmlessly writing along, weaving a story out of thousands of word, and suddenly a few come together that make me stop and think. There are the ones that make me laugh. There are the ones that give me pause. There are the ones that remind me of eternal truths. Then there are the ones that slap me upside the head saying ‘pay attention.’
I need to make some changes.
I know. I know. This whole blog is about changing.
This was a you’ve-been-neglecting-aspects-because-you-pretend-no-one-notices-so-stop-it kind of smack.
I’m not careful about my appearance. I figure as heavy as I am most people aren’t looking anyway.
My characters have informed me I have the completely wrong attitude, and I need to change it. Posthaste.
How I dress and present myself is a reflection on how I see myself.
Do I see myself as beautiful?
Well, no, but why am I telling the whole world I feel this way? It isn’t enough I shame myself? I want the world to shame me?
To be honest, I’ve rarely received any negative comments.
So, why am I working to invite them?
I don’t need to worship the mirror. I need to stop treating it like the enemy. The mirror helps me see that I don’t have dirt on my nose and my skirt is in place, not tucked into my slip. Yes, that’s happened, a couple times. Embarrassing. Even more embarrassing, it’s been men who have kindly let me know. The women said nothing. Interesting thought.
Thinking “I am beautiful” is all well and good but useless if I don’t allow it to make changes in my life for the more beautiful.
This is going to be a tough one, but manageable, with time, effort, and practice.
Word Count Update: 3,500 words added yesterday. Thanks God.