I am a year older since my last confession. But a year wiser? I'm learning towards... not really. Maybe I should confess to let you know my many mistakes...
To the confessional--
I confess I think I am a young soul who will learning and relearning the same lessons over life. While some people arrive in this world with an older, wiser spirit, I feel my spirit is reading The Archies comic books while everyone has moved on to War & Peace.
I confess I think I spend a lot of time reminding myself of things I thought I've learned. For awhile I had the Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz on a post-it note near my computer--
1. Be Impeccable with your Word
2. Don’t Take Anything Personally
3. Don’t Make Assumptions
4. Always Do Your Best
****While I have these memorized, I constantly need to remind myself of them. I have always wondered if there is one day I'll just be perfect enough to live without having to run my fingers through the notecards in my brain.
Of course, the other day, a friend told me that the Dalai Lama uses an exercise bike, so maybe we all have things we need to work on.
I confess in most important situations and probably all vacations, I have chosen the wrong shoes.
I confess I was excited to see I could write 1-11-11 on all my correspondence today. These kind of dates make me want to write checks. Though for the last eleven days I've been writing 2010. Oh yes, and I confess, I'm the person in front of you who still writes checks. (I have never felt comfortable with debit.)
I confess much of my birthday was spent reading Facebook wishes. THIS is what Facebook was made for-- Birthdays! Forget every negative thing I've said about Facebook, it makes up for threefold with birthday greetings.
I confess one day I hope to find that I truly am wiser, and not just a wise-arse.
I confess I wasn't upset about turning 42 and haven't worried about getting older or what they call "fading looks." I wasn't really a cute child and was never complimented on being pretty, so for me, I have never had "good looks" to lose and feel I've only become better looking--whether it's true or not. (Who knew there was a huge benefit of being homely as a kid!?)
It's absolutely weird how that happened, but I think there's a part of me that likes myself better. It's not because I'm smarter, new & improved, or actually better looking, but I think as I've grown older, so has the part of me who looks at the world with compassion. That person now looks in the mirror and sees she is nowhere near perfect, but thinks hey, she's trying her best-- as really, I think we all are.
I confess a friend of mine has this has her signature quote and every time I read it, it makes me feel good--
I think when we wake in our worst moods, we should remember this for ourselves as well.