#WQWWC – #Writer ’s Quote Wednesday #Writing Challenge – “Rebirth”
Write-birth
I took a test. Seems like a simple concept, but this test was part of a college course for people majoring in Vocational Rehabilitation. It was meant to help us learn how to find the best fit for a job, not to have a fit over the results.
Sitting among the students in my heels, form-fitting knit shirt, and tight jeans, I wanted desperately to be a model or one of those TV CEO’s all of her underlings are salivating over.
To my dismay, the best career choice for me turned out to be…
WRITER
“Who the hell created this %$mn*% test?” I asked rather loudly.
Too short to become a model, the realities of life as a college graduate with a worthless degree became a series of 40-hour-a-week receptionist jobs. Turns out, it’s hard to find eye-candy that’s good at paperwork.
I remember the day my perceptions began to change. I walked toward a door, startled that my mother was walking toward me. Problem is…my mother had been dead for 10 years.
Eyes may be the window to the soul, but a mirror is the window to our perceptions.
I’d like to say that was the day of my rebirth but, sadly, it was just the beginning of a journey more reminiscent of labor pains. Some births are easy, others are hard, but this baby refused to come out.
Blessed with a body that looked 10 years younger, and hair that refused to add in a few strands of gray until I was 50, I managed to turn a few heads. Then…their eyes began to gravitate from my still lithe body onto vibrant young women who still had a butt.
In a span of a few years, I abandoned the tight dresses for loose t-shirts, jeans, and comfortable shoes. My choice of companionship turned away from men who couldn’t see past the wrinkles toward my 4-footed companions, who always met me at the door with a smile.
The completion of this journey began the day I walked along a path with my dogs running ahead. They stopped to sniff at the bushes, and then marked the path with their scent along the way. They jumped at the butterflies, reveled in the sunshine, and rolled in soft cushions of grass.
As I watched my companions joyfully sticking their heads out of the half-opened car windows to take in the gift of life, I finally understood. It’s the joy, hope, love…the dreams inside us…that are important, not the image mirrored back at us in other people’s eyes.
I began a new journey, my dogs by my side, writing down the whispers of thought that easily flowed through eager fingers.
And a book was born.
© Joelle LeGendre 2016
Well said, dreams are what’s important, appearances can alter with age, losing youthfulness, but dreams can only get better.
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Thanks for the kind words. 🙂
Life began the day I gave up looking at the wrapping paper and accepted the gift.
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Beautiful read. Our dreams remain as vibrant as we allow them and unwrapping the present is surely far better than the wrapping. I enjoyed reading this 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂
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Lovely read, your four legged non-judgemental companions. I was lucky to find a man who likes to gaze upon a face that has lived. I resemble crushed crepe paper it shows how I love to smile.
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We are blessed with men in our lives who aren’t concerned about the wrapping paper. Both of us feel the same way about our 4-footed companions. We often prefer their company over humans. 🙂
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I LOVED this story. I think it is something we realize after 50. I would say you made the right choice. Why are people always so judgmental. They miss the important stuff inside us. I am lucky. My husband of 31+ years is a gem. So many of my friends are without companions now. What happened to the men? Good for you. Your journey is fulfilling! ❤
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I have a friend whose boyfriend told her she had the perfect body, she just needed a face lift. He wasn’t her boyfriend for long.
When you have a man who loves you, wants your companionship and looks at the gift and not the wrapping, you are indeed blessed. 🙂
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Exactly. I would rather be alone than have a boyfriend who thought that little of me. Wow! I am glad you are here in our blogging community. The friendships are so much more fulfilling. No one cares if your butt is big or how you look. We bare our souls through our writing. We know each other much better this way. ❤
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Absolutely, I agree. 🙂
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Great quote and your story is very honest and inspiring. Growing up I was always told that looking your best is important but feeling your best and doing your best was the ultimate goal. Looks fade but good health, wonderful moments, and satisfying accomplishments is what life is all about.
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Thanks. The quote is a reply I made on a blog about getting older. I thought that the picture I took in California was perfect for it. 🙂
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