Here at Key + Arrow, we believe in embracing what you have {both materially & non-materially} and who you are. If you are a good girl/gentleman, own it. If you are a bad mama jama, own it. Doing it today is better than tomorrow. It’s healthy to want to grow, but it is also healthy to balance hope for change with an acceptance of current circumstance. It’s a comparison that reveals my lameness, but I once watched a trainer on one of those weight loss shows say to a contestant, “You can’t lose the weight tomorrow if you hate your body today. Learn to love what you have, and it is then that you will begin to see the changes you want to see.”
Self-L-O-V-E is where it’s at.
In my first Confessions of a Good Girl, I came to terms with my inner-good girl, or what my teenaged peers liked to call me, in a less flattering light, “Goody-Two-Shoes.” My students tell me the term is now the “Try-Hards,” as though trying hard was a bad thing. I remember what my mother once told me, “If someone calls you that, you thank them.”
I tell my students to do the same. That may be true, and if so, it is a beautiful thing.
I want to make it a new habit, a more palpable effort, to accept my once embarrassing quirks. So, I’ll do what good girls do best; make lists & check them twice. A recent list of what makes me a good girl and proud of it {& other oddities that make me more me}:
- I think {I KNOW} my puppy loves me more when I sing impromptu songs to him. Occasionally, we dance waltzes.
- When watching The Real Housewives of Whatever, Georgia & I find myself talking to the women aloud as though they can hear me, “That was rude of you. You need to apologize to her.”
- I Pinterest.
- I decided not to walk away from my student’s silent hot Cheetos fart, so as not to embarrass him. Someone should create a medal for this.
- On my way home from work, due to construction, the right lane needed to merge to the left. I waited to let a car in {who had turned on his blinker, mind you} for what seemed like five whole minutes. When I realized he was in La La land, or just wanted to cut-in closer to the front of the one lane, I didn’t even flick him off {or wave my naughty finger at them, which of course is what I would do in lieu}.
What have you come to terms with in regards to your personality? What are some of your quirks you have learned to embrace?
xo,
Darlin’
