Oooh. This is a tough one today. In the tradition of Five Minute Fridays, courtesy of The Gypsy Mama, I bring you this....This topic makes my heart flutter with nerves. I don't really want to write about when I feel most loved, because it seems incredibly introspective and highly personal. As opposed to writing about my 40 year old self in lycra running pants, which isn't personal at all.
I feel most loved when it is clear someone else has thought of me. Not the me they want me to be or wish me to be but the me I am. The full fledged, fully formed, fully flawed woman, wife, mom, believer, thinker, slacker, runner, wackadoo.
Having celebrated my birthday a week ago, and having been surrounded with women of every stripe at a dinner out, I was reminded of the beauty of diversity and the fullness in my heart at being known. I didn't want gifts; I just wanted to have a beer with some cool girls. The gifts they brought, besides their smiles, reflected the me I am to them, and that me ain't too shabby.
A few pieces of custom jewelry picked with me in mind, a gift card for a more "literary" cafe, and a new personal addition, itunes bucks. These women know me because they know that I like funky, mismatched jewelry. They know i like to get my groove on. They know I am working on my literary masterpiece and could use some time away from my desk in order to pound out the magic.
I feel loved when what is reflected back to be is an accurate representation of what I think I'm putting out there.
Yes!
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That's so well put.
I have to say, this prompt really scared me, too, and I thought it was an odd reaction—that I was the only one who could feel afraid to write about what makes me feel loved (which is somehow more about the times in my life when I haven't felt loved). Anyway, I'm strangely comforted by the fact that you're as wackadoo as me.
This was a hard one for me to articulate as well.
ReplyDeleteLove it...just wanted to have a beer with some cool girls. They get you. You are loved. Visiting from Gypsy Mama.
ReplyDeleteWell said... and you pretty much landed where I did. :) This was a tough one, I suppose because we're taking our most abstract, complicated feelings and trying to make sense of them in five minutes.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I agree! Especially love this.
"I feel most loved when it is clear someone else has thought of me. Not the me they want me to be or wish me to be but the me I am."
so true! Thanks for this.
Totally get this feeling of people getting you! Definitely on my list as well! (and t for the record, the reverse - BITES)
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It was a good feeling. I was sitting at a table full of incredibly diverse women, all brought together because of our love for one certain birthday girl. We laughed as we pigged out, and after a certain point decided we wouldn't have any more to drink because my head felt funny. I mean, OUR heads felt funny. Still giggling about the fanny pack/water jug contraption. It meant the world to be invited; to be thought of in that respect. Thankful I didn't miss it. Cheers. :)
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