“Are you really who you say you want to be?”
Is she who she wants to be?
Or simply worried about a pimple?
Fretting over a wrinkle?
Upset that her compact will not tell her she’s the fairest?
What if that’s who she wants to be?
And she’s not?
In the context of John’s quote, he had asked the question, “What is the way forward (in 2019)?” In a recent post, he wrote:
Yeah, that’s pretty heavy.
In answering the question for myself, I can honestly say that I still have some work to do. It’s work that will go far past 2019 and into the remaining years of my life. I am an imperfect, messy human being, as are most of the world’s bipeds. (Sorry if you are shocked by that statement.) I have a spiritual and moral compass that is sometimes hard to follow.
I say that I love people, but yell at the slow driver ahead of me and get frustrated with the person holding up the checkout line with the many questions.
I say that I love the teachings of my Savior, but still utter cursive with too much regularity.
I say that I want to help people, but don’t always want to help people because I’m home in my jammies, it’s cold outside and NCIS is on the TV.
I say that I don’t want anger to get the best of me, but it does. Stupid anger over stupid things that don’t matter.
Again, I say that I love people, but still judge.
Am I who I say I want to be?
No, not yet. I may never be, but my resolution this year is to keep trying.
Don’t give up.
Get closer to that person, whoever she may be, and don’t fret the wrinkles.