I've sort of loved her for a long time...really, since I remember becoming a woman.
And while she has many, this is one of my favorite quotes.
“There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and
bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a
scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were
weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a
smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.”
Her direct wit and instant access to all that is vulnerable, real, sensual and true resonates abundantly with me, especially this morning....
At the end of my daughter Claire's ballet class, I high tailed it to the library to spend some time with my three-year old reading and wrangling puzzles.
After too much coffee, I made a quick pit stop in the restroom. I was in the stall getting ready to do my thing, when I heard a voice say, "I love that you run every morning. It's inspiring."
Um, thank you, I said with no idea who was talking to me. And then, because I suck at accepting a compliment, I blurted out, "Don't be impressed. Mostly, it's a lot of huffing and puffing. But the early morning seems to be the only time that I can make it work in my life."
Eager to pee, but unsure if she'd retort back, I waited.
"Your blog is cool too. It's nice to know that someone else is just trying to get by."
"Oh, wow. Thanks." And then, because I couldn't take the anonymous identity any longer, I peed like a race horse and rushed out.
It was a friend that I hadn't seen in many moons who was at the library with her kids as well. We're friends on Facebook, but she rarely posts and so, I had forgotten that she sees my daily status updates and blog.
Washing our hands, she said, "Really, keep running and writing. It gives me the kick I need to get out the door."
And that was it. She was gone back to her littles and I was stunned. What I wanted to say to her was, I'm a fraud. I run slow and I write because I can't help myself...most of it is gibberish at best. No need to be inspired by me.
Then, I harkened back to Anais Nin. So much of who we are is wrapped in all of the things that we're not. We present a smiling face to the people who cross our path, but hidden deep inside lives fear, anxiety, wounds, disappointments, misgivings, bewilderment.
And I suppose the goal is to let go of that which we think we are not and trust in what we know to be true to make the most of this life we've been given. We're all here for a reason. Our path has a chartered course. No one else can leave the unique foot print that is all our own to share. It is up to us to honor the parts of the woman that are filled with despair and hopelessness while at the same time choosing to greet the opportunity of a new day with hope and possibility.
Inside of us lives many people...there's no doubt about that. The question is who will you choose to share with the world?