Landlord, fill the flowin bowl until it doth run over
I have learned more about myself in the past week and a half than I generally do in six months.
A huge part of my world view has been significantly altered, because I’ve managed to stumble upon several people who, while they aren’t like me, per se, they have enough similar qualities to make me realize ‘Oh…I’m not completely insane for doing/thinking/wanting (insert something here)’.
I find myself enjoying time with girl friends, which is something I’ve never experienced. I have had female best friends, most of whom I’m still very close to, but this is the first time in my life where I’ve found a kinship with several other women.
Also, I’ve recently discovered that it is possible for someone to care about me as much as I care about them. On a romantic level, this is completely foreign. I’ve loved a few times, but I’ve never been loved back. It’s an adventure that I’m looking forward to having for a long time.
Spring break ends tomorrow. Faire opens next weekend. Still looking for a job. Need to start researching Masters programs.
It really doesn’t suck being me.
A fellow faire performer suggested I look this up, and I’m very glad I did; these little ‘beauty tips’ are well worth remembering and practicing:
(Note: Contrary to popular belief, this was not written by Audrey Hepburn. It was, however, a favorite poem of hers, written by Sam Levenson.)
“Time Tested Beauty Tips”
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
And how.
