Contradictions


 

For whatever reason, I’ve gotten into the habit of taking selfies of myself. I know I’m about thirty years too late to jump on the bandwagon of that fad. But I figured, why not? For far too long I had/have such a poor self-image of myself, I figured what a better way to break that taboo than to take a selfie. So above the story is my latest selfie, wearing a favorite pink shirt, comfortable teal T-shirt. Although you can’t see them I’m wearing grey sweats and my favorite tie on sneakers. If you notice on my wrist are two bracelets, one I made with my kids initials and another that tracks sea turtles.

I normally don’t wear the bracelets much anymore, they usually stay on my desk. But today with the sort of island vibe my clothes were giving off, I figured I’d put them on. Even though I’m some 100 miles away from any ocean. I don’t swim, I have a primal fear of water. Something I’m sure I’ll carry till the day I die. I respect the water, and I’ve ridden a many a mile on transport ships to get to barrier islands where I worked. And, my favorite vacation spot is Jekyll Island Georgia. My mind is tied to the barrier islands and to the sandy soil in which I now live. So I don’t try to analyze the contradiction much, I just know the coast is home.

Life for most of us is full of contradictions, like why we like certain colors and don’t others, or drink one certain type of soda, or just get an icky feeling around certain people. I guess you can say the same about me as well. I’m full of weird little quirks that I just assume not change, they are just a part of me. But when faced with the unnatural discomfort of some fear. It’s often best to face that fear that overtakes you and affects your quality of life. As for me and water, well my fat ass would probably just float anyway.      

#Contradictions #Fear #Improvement #WhoYouAre #Awareness


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