The rules: Write for five minutes. No editing, revising, or over thinking. Just write.
Today’s Topic: Graceful
Graceful is a word that no one has ever (or should) use to describe me. I have never been a dainty, balanced, graceful person. I played rough as a small child and ended up in the hospital to get stitches more times than my mother was willing to admit. I vaguely remember trying ballet or dance when I was around 5, but I truly only remember going once or twice. I’m not exactly sure why, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with my lack of being graceful. I should ask my mom.
I played soccer when I was in elementary school when it wasn’t cool for girls to play. Several seasons I was the only girl on the team or one of two. I wasn’t necessarily a tom boy or anything, as I loved playing with Barbies, too. I guess it was just a way for me to do something that didn’t require me to be too terribly girlie.
In college, every morning I tripped over the same broken area of tiling in the main building. It happened so often that my college roommate and another friend who would walk to class with us would warn me before getting to that part of the building, and I would STILL trip over it. I’m still that person today who trips over imaginary things on the floor.
But I’m okay with all of this now. Sure, I used to dream of some day being a graceful and elegant woman, but a long time ago I stopped trying to be someone I’m not and decided that I could live a much happier life if I just embraced who I am. It works!
“Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.” – Henri Frederic Amiel