This morning I woke up

This morning I woke up. The sounds of the day seeped through my rain-streaked windows. My body, chilled by perimenopausal night sweats, ached. I am used to discomfort.

This morning I woke up. And a thought came while I was busying myself, making my bed, shelving books and listening to the ding of my phone:

what if this is it?

If we make it through arduous task of materializing our existence and passing through the narrow canal of our mothers, we say to this world,

“I am here.”

For some who come to meet us, our arrival is enough. That we are here. That we made the journey safely is enough.

“You are here.”

I woke up this morning, you see. I glanced at social media, which tries to inform me that my life should be valued by percentages of views.

Your views are up 5% from yesterday. Your views are down -17% from last week.

I wonder when it begins, this messaging that what you do and…

You are not enough.

Is it the silent thought burning in hearts and minds of some of those who come to greet us on our first day in this world?

Is it in comparisons heard at home and school as we move through childhood?

Is it now at work?

It’s still morning. And, as I wrote, I woke up, perhaps again. I wondered, what if this life that I have lived and am living were my entirety.

Is it enough?

It is. And it isn’t.

There is much that I would still like to do while I am here. Still, I am done with having to prove my value. I have arrived at this point, without uncertainty:

I am here. I am enough.

In the beauty of our imperfections…

(Disclaimer:  This posting is written in generalized terms.  It is not to meant to state that all men and all women believe, think or act in the following ways.  Rather I have written in this manner to emphasize the significance of the issue at hand.  Thus, please understand that I am quite aware of the shades of grey in how men and women relate to one another.  Watch the videos, read my words, and contemplate.  Many thanks in advance.)

Think again, if this is all that you believe or understand about women (or yourself)…




or what we (or you) must be or become for you (or others)….


Learn what is real… 

Learn who women really are…


 and what makes us beautiful…


what makes us worthwhile…


and the perfection in the beauty of our imperfections…

A very belated Happy International Women’s Day(8th of March, 2012)… Celebrate a woman today, and if you are a woman, then celebrate yourself!

Until  next time…

Best,

D.

P.S. : Don’t worry, your time is coming… 

And men, while you are busy worrying yourselves about how we, women, ought to look, why not begin to consider your own reality and the mounting body image issues that are to be your lot…  because certainly you realize that the real image of yourselves and the image presented by the fitness and beauty industries certainly do not agree.  The disparity will only increase as time presses on…

The Reality…. 

The Expectation…