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I Don’t Want To Be Admired
I want to be interesting to you…
Just today, my sweet man and I had a bit of a discussion that didn’t go as I would have hoped. There were words on both sides that were lost in translation. I know that’s not special, but it is a bit disconcerting.
I am aware that we only understand things according to our own lived experiences…what our lives have taught us. Some of us are more introspective than others as well. And it takes desire, time, and effort to see things from the perspective with which they are viewing them.
You see, I have always been admired. I’m tall, pretty enough, incredibly creative, energetic, a hard worker, have beautiful and intelligent children, and had…had the perfect looking family. I am a musician, an entrepreneur of sorts, and have become more and more brave over the past few years, which a lot of other women have valued.
On the silent and invisible side, I also deal with mental health issues, have chronic pain, imposter syndrome, oldest daughter syndrome, and lost the perfect-looking family a few years ago. Life is always real, folks, isn’t it?
But admiration has come in form of compliments, letters in the mail, job offers, sweet notes at church, poems written about me, and a painting done of me, without me even knowing it. It was an incredible…
