I’m one of those weird people that like to paint. I painted every interior room in our previous house and several in our current home. I’ve even painted my granddaughter’s bedroom three times now.
It’s always hard when you find a spot that you’ve missed, a day, a week, or even a year later. Most of the time, I can’t take it and break out the paint to do touch up. Even though no one on the planet would notice, it bothers me.
A couple years ago, I had a basal skin cancer removed from my nose. The procedure created a lengthy incision that has healed over time. When I look in the mirror, I see Frankenstein while others have said they don’t even notice the scar.
One of my theories (and I have many, most that turn out wrong) is that women spend too much time looking at themselves in the mirror. It pushes some to be self-critical because it’s easy to see the flaws. And the reflection tends to confirm, instead of set aside, those imperfections.
Why is it we can hear fifteen compliments and what we remember is the one criticism?
Why is it easier for us to judge and offer critiques, rather than to encourage?
A long time ago someone told me that no matter what you do in your life, there will always be someone better than you and someone worse than you. Be happy with you.
I’ve had some really nice things happen to me recently. I have a book that will be published, my health is good, our family all seem to be doing decently well, and we have some trips planned. But I’ve been discouraged by some things out of my control and some things in my control.
So I’m encouraging me, as well as you, that most little things that bug us are little things. To be happy with us. Frankenstein nose and all.