A strange desire overcomes me. I would like to see myself from somebody else’s eyes.
Would they see me as someone whose inbox is filled with rejection letters? Someone who’s unable to walk the linear path of life, someone who does not understand the way the world runs? Someone who cannot connect the dots of her career, jumping from one area into another? Someone who is not clever enough to navigate through the spider webs of life, someone who doesn’t know where all of this is heading?
If I could see myself from somebody else’s eyes, what would I see? Maybe I wouldn’t see much of anything.
I’d be busy in my own spider webs.
Growing Up, a series on well growing up. Every Saturday, breaking the rule this week (again! because what a Saturday it has been).
The Wordcastle 