Days

*via dwstucke

There are days when I'm pretty happy with myself.  I think, you know, I'm kind of special...  I'm singing "Shiny Happy People" by REM.  I think I've got my own thing to give to the world.  A gift with words, an eye for magic, a sensitive heart, a black sense of humor, an appreciation for irony, a way of making friends, a unique point of view.

And then there are days when something happens.  Someone pierces my armor.  A small comment, a big mistake, a flurry of doubts, or a breakdown in miniature. Someone holds up a mirror to a side of myself I've never seen before and I'm humiliated to see it, as if I've been walking around with tags hanging from my clothes and lipstick on my teeth.  I think, I'm weak, oversensitive, cowardly, quiet, untalented, unintelligent.

Oh life.  This is life, isn't it?  The ups and downs.  The millions of facets, glittering in the sun and gritty in the shadows.  This is me, glorious and faulty and flawed all at once.

Thank goodness it's Friday!

p.s. I picked the little camper photo, because if I'm having a good day, I imagine myself having a cheery, chipper fun time with friends and if I'm having a bad day, I imagine packing it up and driving somewhere scenic where no one will find me except the birds!