The simplicity of my day to day. |
Every morning at six am I walk to my neighbour’s house. We usually walk towards each other for about fifty metres until close enough to call a greeting. We’re off for our usual early morning walk, the thing is, although we’ve been doing this for quite a few years, I find myself checking her out and before we’ve broached the space between us I already know certain things about her, mood etc. simply by what she’s wearing or her body language. This got me to wondering what she actually thinks about me, maybe her thoughts go something like this: Here she comes, wearing her leggings. At her age! You’d think she’d dress more age appropriately. Hard to subjectivity look at myself and state how I think I appear to others. Do we see what we want or wish we could see? We all have a self image, which probably doesn’t match up to how others see us, much like when we hear our voices on a recording for the first time, it sounds nothing like ourselves to our ears. As a woman of a certain age, I tend to avert my gaze in the mirror from the parts I don’t like, new wrinkles and blemishes. However, I think people in general look past outward appearances and see the real person within. I hope people I interact with see the real me, which is a kind person, empathetic with a ready smile. But someone who has a sense of self preservation, which means I suppose I don’t like to be taken advantage of. |