so, I'm going to be 36 this summer.
not a significant age except it's the one i'm turning.
I have been doing some thinking about me lately.
i heard once that at 30 a woman knows who she is.
She has confidence in who she is.
i struggle with what others think of me.
I always have.
other people's opinions have always mattered to me.
I've had phases when I don't care what others think and truly don't care.
but that is not me on a regular basis.
I am scared of disappointing others.
I shy from confrontation.
I compare myself to others.
I compare myself to other moms.
I just wrote about dan and I going bouldering.
the first thing i said as we grabbed the crash pads and headed to the rock was
"i don't look like I should be here."
it made me stop and think.
i think that about a lot of things.
I have dreads.
(a mother of 2 shouldn't have dreads)
I wear cords, tshirts and birkenstocks.
(she has no style)
i hate makeup.
(she needs make-up, she'd be pretty)
i wear surf shorts in the summer.
(she looks like a boy)
I love spoon rings.
(ugly things)
I love drama and escaping into a character.
(She is no good at that, someone should tell her)
I have a little girl who hits and pushes anyone smaller.
(she has no control over her kid)
I love to draw.
(that doesn't look like what she thinks it is at all...i don't see it)
I love to play catch with my husband - football or baseball
(she throws like a girl - her arm sucks)
the list could go on and on...
i need to be the woman i am, with confidence.
I need to believe i am just who God made me to be.
I know I am just who God made me.
I have gifts and talents, and am good at many things.
I worked with youth and kids for years...
my passion was making sure that they have a confidence in who they are and encouraging them.
I didn't want them to believe the lies I sometimes believe.
but..
some days it's so easy to fall and believe the lies.