Lucky number thirteen! Almost two weeks. Wow!
So, (and yes I have noticed that I say "so" a lot...I also use parantheses WAY too much, oh well) when I was young, one of my favorite books was "Starring Sally J. Friedman As Herself". For those who are unfamiliar with the book, Sally is very imaginative and she constantly narrates her life. I loved the book and I loved Sally. When she walked into a room, she mentally introduced herself to her "AUDIENCE" I did the same thing. And if a scene in her life didn't meet her expectations, she would rewrite it in her head. She was always the hero or the star (as I remember -- forgive me Madame Blume if I slide off plot) and most especially she fixed pesky problems like Hitler and prejudice. Oh, how I loved Sally. (Much like Harriet the Spy, but we'll save her for another day.) I understood Sally, as well -- wanting to be bigger and bolder and more beautiful than she was.
Somedays still I feel like Sally, I look at what's not working and I immediately rewrite the moment starring myself. This can be helpful at times but it can also put a distance between me and real life which is by the way, starring myself. Today I want to learn the art of starring as myself in my life as it is, as I am. It's not a movie and it wouldn't sell over-priced products advertised during glamorous "reality" shows but it's mine and I wouldn't trade it for anything.