Me, Myself and I

Me, Myself, and I

By Connie Wolf March 22, 2009, Writer’s Prompt: Write three separate paragraphs title Me, Myself and I: ME Look at Me! What do you see? Do you see an aging, overweight, ordinary woman? Is she unremarkable, unmemorable, and uninteresting? The “Me” I see in my bathroom mirror certainly conform to that description but there is another mirror, the one hidden in my heart. It is the mirror of spirit not substance. In that mirror I see a girl, not a woman, a girl who hides pain with humor, dreams with cynicism and hopes with low expectations. The girl I was, the girl I am, the girl I will always be is hiding in the pages of this journal. Come; see if you can find me. Myself As for myself, I have chosen the road less traveled. I don’t like parties, visiting or houseguests. I use to look forward to holidays, but not so much any more. I much prefer an ordinary day, a day without event or appointment. Rainy days are the best, when I sat in my kitchen window on this rainy morning, I felt insulated; no one walked by, not even a car passed. I love to drive my car by myself on a rainy day. I can listen to whatever I want; music, audio books, pod casts it is my choice, depending only on the mood and whimsy of my moment. Sitting in a deserted parking lot, the rain beating down on my windshield hiding me from the occasional passerby, I eat illicit comfort food and laugh out loud. I am enjoying myself. I I love birds, flowers and rain. I love watching clouds and a gentle light wind ruffling the trees. I love the smell and sound of bacon frying. I love my husband, my grandchildren, my daughter, my brother, my friends and today, I love everything about today. I hate the dentist, the Santa Ana winds, heat waves and meetings, any kind of meeting. And humorless people, I hate them most of all. I believe in God, the power of prayer and love when it grows and changes but always transcends. I am embarrassed, ashamed, guilty and dreadfully lazy. I am curious, joyful, sensitive and creative. I am unique.