A Moment of Reflection

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latchkey kid I was a latchkey kid growing up. My mom was working and going to school. So I was home alone for at least an hour or two in the afternoon. And I loved it. Almost immediately after school I would head to the neighborhood convenience store. I'd buy candy and snack cakes, then eagerly head home to watch afternoon cartoons. I had a routine....

America's Team. Really? When I was growing up Baltimore didn't have a football team. Most would assume that I would look down the road to DC for a team to cheer for, but no. I looked all over the league and decided to become a Cowboys fan. (I was 12 and thought Troy Aikman was cute.) I dropped my Dallas Star for a Baltimore Raven in '96. But there's still a soft...

The Art of Bridal War Sun Tzu says: Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected. The Wannabe Bride says: Engage him in conversations about marriage when he least expects it. Boyfriend: Honey? Can you get me some toilet paper? You: Sure, if you give me a ring. Sun Tzu says: Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not...

Not the Mama! It's not that I'm anti-baby. I'm just anti-me-having-a-baby. I remember when I was younger I would play with my cabbage patch doll Kristie Mae or Kelly Ann or whatever the heck her name was. I would dress her up in little outfits and do her hair. I had a stroller to cart her around in and we even had matching rain slickers. It was fun for...

Viagra Penguin I LOVE Penguins. Penguins were my sorority mascot. Since graduation, 6 years ago, I haven't participated in any sorority stuff. But I still love penguins. They're so cute and adorable. How could you not love them? Anyone who knows me, knows my fascination with everything penguin. There is at lease 1 penguin in every room of our...

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A Moment of Reflection

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I can’t help but wonder if our fears of what others think of us, are actually our own insecurities amplified.

For some reason I can’t take a complitment. People tell me I look good or compliment me and I’m shocked. I wave them off as being too nice or tell them “you don’t have to say that” when what I should really say is “thank you”. Why can’t I just say

thank you and move on?

Someone complimented my wedding band the other day and I downplayed it as being nothing much. I couldn’t believe that someone other than myself would like it when there’re bigger diamonds out there. Someone compliments my hair or my outfit and I respond as if I’m equally as shocked that I look good that day.

It dawned on me tonight. If I looked at myself the way others may really see me, I might see something…someone…rather amazing.