I like talking to my dad nowadays. We talk about happy memories and I realise just how much of an early feminist he was back in the 80s when I was a teen. I'm starting to see where the strong belief I have that I as a woman can do anything comes from. I didn't see it clearly before because my mum isn't like that at all.
I like my hair, no really, I love my hair.
I like that I can get excited about someone replying to a Facebook post on their timeline.
I like that my body is trying to get better after going back into pain again.
I like that I'm so good at my job.
I like that I want to like my body and that I'm working so hard on doing that.
It's been a day of too many words. Too much editing documents and too much of tidying up what other people have written. My brain aches from it. I long to wax lyrically about things and I wonder about that person who's decided to switch to calling me by my real first name, not the middle name I use for convenience, publicly on Facebook. Last time someone did that they were trying a combination of sucking up to me and showing off. I don't think that's the case this time but I've spent a lot of time thinking about it today. Why? I guess I could ask but perhaps it's better left as a curious mystery.
I swing from really enjoying my new job to seeing it as somewhat of a deja vu drag in miniature form. Smaller company, a lot smaller, but the same insecurities surface in people and I just don't want to play with that anymore. I try to distance myself but I can't help getting involved where I can help. Yesterday I was in a focus group and I ended up saying what I knew people who have been there for years wanted to say but didn't dare. This morning one of them thanked me. I knew he felt like he'd been heard in a roundabout way.
So this evening,
I like that I'm outspoken especially when it helps others.
I like my sense of humour.
I like how I naturally fall into the mode of encouraging people.
I like how I got happy that someone acknowledged something I did weeks ago this morning.
I like my hair, I just can't get enough of it at the moment.
Have you thought about joining me yet? I would love to hear what you like about you. We could share. I'm just saying.