I guess these jeans look pretty good on me :)
It's been a hairy week to find things - I don't do well when it's grey and rainy - add in the first serious temperature drop, and it all goes pear-shaped kinda quickly in my head.
But yesterday, I booked a trip for my birthday (using my frequent flier miles 'cos I am a budget-conscious gal), and when I mentioned it to my friends in the city I'll be visiting, there was so much excitement about it - that helps. As I touched on recently, it's nice to be wanted.
It's a quirk of mine that although I get compliments on various things with some regularity, I rarely think they're valid. I don't have the hubris to imagine it's a strange quirk, by any stretch of the imagination, but I do realise it's one of those things that makes me a tiny bit off kilter. Certain things I brush off , because my mind parses them as "default" because they are not things I have any control over. I don't have anything to do with my "amazing eyes" or my "awesome mind" or my "beautiful back": these are all things that came factory installed, and I am just blessed to have them. I didn't create them or have any input with regard to them. I am always grateful to receive compliments, don't get me wrong, but I don't see why I should get to take credit for them, I suppose.
I kinda feels like winning an award when you're the only person in the room: Congratulations! You're... Um, here. Have an award 'cos we have no one else to give it to.
Which is all a very long-winded way of getting to this: late yesterday, I found out that some writing samples I submitted recently have been accepted! This is incredible news, 'cos I've never, ever written for any reason other than to amuse myself - and to find out someone else thinks my stuff is worth putting out to the world? THAT is worth celebrating.
Because I did work for that. And I am proud to know that is acknowledged, in however small a way.
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