I found this in the internet today:
I look at myself in the mirror and I see someone I THINK I know... but I'm not sure. When I go out, people smile at me, men hold doors open for me, women smile back when I smile first, kids are nicer to me. And I'm not sure why.
I look at myself in the mirror and I see someone who generates life. I see someone who enjoys getting up in the morning and getting dressed up for work. I see someone who is excited to begin a new day, and PARTICIPATE in life instead of just watch others. And I'm not sure why.
Finally, I stood in front of my mirror and I asked this woman - who the he** ARE you? She smiled. I would move my arm, she'd move HER arm, too. I'd move my head, she'd move HER head, too. I'm not sure why.
I look at myself in the mirror and I see someone who smiles for no particular reason at all. She puts on old jeans and a tee-shirt, but does her hair, anyway. She goes to get groceries at Wal-Mart, but puts on a little makeup, anyway. I walk by a window, and she's there, with that little "bounce" in her stride. I walk by a door, and she's there - looking tall and confident.
I think I know this woman, and the crazy thing is, I'm starting to love her. I'm starting to love expecting to see her in the mirror, in the windows, in the doors. I'm loving her looking back at me, smiling that goofy smile for no reason at all. And I don't know why.
~ Kem Sweaton 07/27/03 ~