(Parts of) my body
Although I often mention that I have a lot of weight to lose, I am thankful that I was blessed with good proportions. Although they are disguised now, when I get my act together, I won’t have to worry about an upper half that far eclipses my lower half or vice versa; God has really created me perfectly.
I also like my legs. Don’t ask me why, but I have been noticing how many people have what is referred to as “cankles”. That is when your calves are wide and don’t really narrow into ankles. I like my calf:ankle proportions. Also, more than one person has commented on my legs being like Beyonce’s! A gross exaggeration, of course but it’s great to hear!
It’s loud, it can be high pitched if I’m really into it, it makes others laugh. It’s a gift.
I have always wanted to be considered a creative person, but have struggled with whether I truly am, since I tend to see thing I like out there and recreate them in my own way. To me a truly creative person would come up with their own thing.
However, sometimes being creative means seeing something out there, taking it and putting your own spin on it. There are few truly original ideas out there, but there are lots of ways that different people make something unique by using things that already exist and adding their own “spice” to it. So guess what? I am creative!
My “don’t give up” attitude, especially when searching for something
I went camping last weekend and had a lovely time (thank God the mosquitoes were also on vacation, away from where we were staying). I had lost something that belonged to one of my friends and some people said I should stop looking for it, that it will turn up when we are packing to leave. However, I have a hard time thinking that I have lost or misplaced something that isn’t mine, so I continued to search while the others sat around the campfire, talking and gisting. I double checked every place I had looked, emptied out the car and reloaded it, then looked somewhere that I didn’t think it would be and there it was. The relief that filled me afterwards was worth missing out on the conversation for a while. I got that trait from my father, 100%.
It was Canada’s holiday yesterday, and it was nice to have a break in the middle of the week. I had a relaxing time: I helped my friends move, then I spent the evening gisting and hanging out with my mom and sister (and my dad, though he was relaxing in his room most of the time). I even slept over, in my old room, which was nice. One of my brothers has taken over my room but I stole it back for the evening. I think next time I’ll give him more notice so he can have the bed made with fresh sheets :)