Looked in the mirror this morning and shuttered at what I saw.
Bags under my eyes.
Dull skin.
A new pimple on my nose.
“Ugh, you cannot go out looking like this,” I thought to myself.
I rolled my eyes away.
Conditioned disgust.
Make-up, must!
Again a thought, “Do men roll their eyes when they look tired and ill rested? They don't use make-up to cover up their past…?”
I looked back in the mirror.
Suspended my thoughts around make-up, women, and beauty.
And saw something interesting…
I saw the awesome late night call I had with my brother last night. And the delicious golden milk latte (with espresso) I drank while I worked yesterday. I saw the incredible conversations I get to have each day and the desire to wake up earlier in the morning. I saw the extra hours I’ve been putting into my business lately. I saw the plea to drink more water. I saw the gluten I’ve been eating and the sensitivity to the changing weather. I saw the ease that’s washed across my forehead and the smile lines that are starting to set in. I saw the rose-y cheeks that come from lots of laughing. I saw the stories that have yet to be told. I saw the big dreams I have for the future and the eagerness to watch them unfold.
I saw a marvelous masterpiece in the mirror.
It wasn’t all shiny and gold.
It had fears and doubts, and dry patchy spots.
It had bright gentle eyes, big dreams and goals.
I saw a marvelous masterpiece in the mirror.
It was me, alive and bold.