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What do you really see when you look at your life?
Or out the window?
How about when you look in the mirror?
Do you look?
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wait! that's like, four questions....when i look at my life i see a work in progress, when i look out the window i see a safe place for my kids to play and a quiet street, when i look in the mirror i see an old, broken down woman who is showing that age and disease and exhaustion undeniably. i do look. I look at the last page of a book to see what happens. i look at the curve my baby's nose makes when he giggles, and the long blonde eyelashes around his big blue eyes. i look at my little fragile daughter's sweet little wrists and fingers, and notice that she still has dimples where her knuckles should be...i look at my oldest daughter and see the best parts of myself, the exotic beauty that is hers alone, and the depth in her trusting eyes....i look at my oldest son and see a compasssionate, loving, beautiful boy that is turning into a wonderful man. i look at my best friend and realize how beautiful she really is and how lucky i am to have her.
When I stop to look at myself from the outside, I think I'm a pretty incredible person who's doing some pretty amazing things, who has some pretty fantastic friends and loved ones! Living it from the inside, I get all wrapped up in what's happening or what's going to happen and I forget how amazing it all is. It's good to stop and look at myself and my life and my loved ones from an outside view and see the things that I otherwise take for granted.
When I look at my life, it seems as though I have lived several lifetimes already. There was the young, innocent child; the brave, strong 20-something beauty redefining femininity in a masculine job; a 30-something single mom with a broken heart; a 40-something still trying to find love; and now a 50-something wondering what the hell happened to the beautiful girl's life!
When I look out the window, I see the wonder of the universe - the sun shining or the rain pouring down. The other day at 5 a.m. I saw a mommy raccoon and her 4 babies toddling through my front yard looking for something to snack on.
When I look in the mirror, I am usually shocked at the fat, old woman looking back at me, then I remember, "Oh yeah - that's me". So I try not to look very often.
"when i look in the mirror i see an old, broken down woman who is showing that age and disease and exhaustion undeniably." I am truly sorry and sad. I have a feeling things will get better for you. Take care of yourselves!
When I look at my life I see lots of unfinished business. And I really hope there is enough time to get several of those things done.
Out the window I see grass and trees, birds, and my beautiful property. I see my sheep - both of them way past the point of old age for a sheep - and how they just keep on keeping on even though they are about twice the age that sheep normally live.
And when I look in the mirror I selectively look only at the hair (does it look combed) and at the teeth (are they clean) and that's about it. I don't really look at me at all.
And so in answer to the question: Do you look? I would say... only out the window.. the rest of the time I tend to avoid looking too closely at anything.
What do you really see when you look at your life?
someone struggling to succeed in life with continual setbacks and tragedies. But he keeps getting back up and never gives up.
Or out the window?
I see the landscape of where I am at the moment and then imagine how the scene out the window could be different. How about when you look in the mirror?
There I see a combination of the sagacity and stubbornness of my father combined with the love and perseverance of my mother mixed in with a few wrinkles. I see her beautiful complexion and beauty mixed in with hairline of Dads. it depends on my mood if I can smile back at myself despite the rough life;;; then I feel there is hope Do you look? yes
I wanted to add this: I often see my parents in the reflection with positive and negative qualities but then very ocasionally I wonder if I had children would I be seeing myself in them? Would I be proud of them the way I was of my parents? I still wonder if there is that possibility still of seeing my future children...and then imagine its only a fantasy that will never happen..
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wait! that's like, four questions....when i look at my life i see a work in progress, when i look out the window i see a safe place for my kids to play and a quiet street, when i look in the mirror i see an old, broken down woman who is showing that age and disease and exhaustion undeniably. i do look. I look at the last page of a book to see what happens. i look at the curve my baby's nose makes when he giggles, and the long blonde eyelashes around his big blue eyes. i look at my little fragile daughter's sweet little wrists and fingers, and notice that she still has dimples where her knuckles should be...i look at my oldest daughter and see the best parts of myself, the exotic beauty that is hers alone, and the depth in her trusting eyes....i look at my oldest son and see a compasssionate, loving, beautiful boy that is turning into a wonderful man. i look at my best friend and realize how beautiful she really is and how lucky i am to have her.
When I stop to look at myself from the outside, I think I'm a pretty incredible person who's doing some pretty amazing things, who has some pretty fantastic friends and loved ones! Living it from the inside, I get all wrapped up in what's happening or what's going to happen and I forget how amazing it all is. It's good to stop and look at myself and my life and my loved ones from an outside view and see the things that I otherwise take for granted.
When I look at my life, it seems as though I have lived several lifetimes already. There was the young, innocent child; the brave, strong 20-something beauty redefining femininity in a masculine job; a 30-something single mom with a broken heart; a 40-something still trying to find love; and now a 50-something wondering what the hell happened to the beautiful girl's life!
When I look out the window, I see the wonder of the universe - the sun shining or the rain pouring down. The other day at 5 a.m. I saw a mommy raccoon and her 4 babies toddling through my front yard looking for something to snack on.
When I look in the mirror, I am usually shocked at the fat, old woman looking back at me, then I remember, "Oh yeah - that's me". So I try not to look very often.
"when i look in the mirror i see an old, broken down woman who is showing that age and disease and exhaustion undeniably."
I am truly sorry and sad. I have a feeling things will get better for you. Take care of yourselves!
When I look at my life I see lots of unfinished business. And I really hope there is enough time to get several of those things done.
Out the window I see grass and trees, birds, and my beautiful property. I see my sheep - both of them way past the point of old age for a sheep - and how they just keep on keeping on even though they are about twice the age that sheep normally live.
And when I look in the mirror I selectively look only at the hair (does it look combed) and at the teeth (are they clean) and that's about it. I don't really look at me at all.
And so in answer to the question: Do you look? I would say... only out the window.. the rest of the time I tend to avoid looking too closely at anything.
What do you really see when you look at your life?
someone struggling to succeed in life with continual setbacks and tragedies. But he keeps getting back up and never gives up.
Or out the window?
I see the landscape of where I am at the moment and then imagine how the scene out the window could be different.
How about when you look in the mirror?
There I see a combination of the sagacity and stubbornness of my father combined with the love and perseverance of my mother mixed in with a few wrinkles. I see her beautiful complexion and beauty mixed in with hairline of Dads. it depends on my mood if I can smile back at myself despite the rough life;;; then I feel there is hope
Do you look?
yes
I wanted to add this:
I often see my parents in the reflection with positive and negative qualities but then very ocasionally I wonder if I had children would I be seeing myself in them? Would I be proud of them the way I was of my parents?
I still wonder if there is that possibility still of seeing my future children...and then imagine its only a fantasy that will never happen..
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