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Sunday, February 24, 2008
Where I want to be, who I want to be.
11:12 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
You know that woman?
The one who, though she may not be the most beautiful woman in a room, has a certain recognizable light that radiates from her smile. Her confidence, her strength, and her charm are infectious. She makes every person in her presence feel like the most important person in the world...because they are to her. She gives of herself freely, and never hesitates to roll up her sleeves to do what needs to be done. She cares for others with dignity and grace, and she loves with abandon.
I want to become that woman.
Tonight, I was outside looking at the sky and wishing for spring. Across the street, a woman opened her door to let her dog inside. Grossly overweight, tired, and bundled in a bathrobe and sweatpants, her shoulders slumped forward in the cold. She looked at me in disdain, and hissed angrily at her dog. It scurried in around her, and before she even lumbered inside and closed the door to her yard cluttered with toys and garbage cans, I could hear her screaming at her husband to put the fucking kids to bed.
I do not want to become that woman.
Somehow, I feel I have the potential to approach both ends of the spectrum. This is why I am so afraid to ever stop pushing myself farther and harder with each passing day.
God grant me the strength to one day find the former within myself, and never lose the drive to avoid the latter.
The one who, though she may not be the most beautiful woman in a room, has a certain recognizable light that radiates from her smile. Her confidence, her strength, and her charm are infectious. She makes every person in her presence feel like the most important person in the world...because they are to her. She gives of herself freely, and never hesitates to roll up her sleeves to do what needs to be done. She cares for others with dignity and grace, and she loves with abandon.
I want to become that woman.
Tonight, I was outside looking at the sky and wishing for spring. Across the street, a woman opened her door to let her dog inside. Grossly overweight, tired, and bundled in a bathrobe and sweatpants, her shoulders slumped forward in the cold. She looked at me in disdain, and hissed angrily at her dog. It scurried in around her, and before she even lumbered inside and closed the door to her yard cluttered with toys and garbage cans, I could hear her screaming at her husband to put the fucking kids to bed.
I do not want to become that woman.
Somehow, I feel I have the potential to approach both ends of the spectrum. This is why I am so afraid to ever stop pushing myself farther and harder with each passing day.
God grant me the strength to one day find the former within myself, and never lose the drive to avoid the latter.
1 comments:
That's why I divorced teh fucking husband...