Portland has been fun, lots of great people, coffee, tea, sites etc. I also got the chance to go to visit my aunt and uncles lovely farm on the Columbia River Gorge.
|The view from the garden|
For me, in a lot of ways, Portland has felt like a healing city.
I read this article recently about how sometimes, in order to heal, we first need to bleed... and that sometimes we put emotional bandaids on things that haven't yet had the chance to do so, and then we remain stuck with these unhealed things going on.
This really resonated with me for a couple of reasons. So I have been trying, in my own way, to deal with those things over the past couple of months. It's hard, and sometimes it seems like I feel worse instead of better. But I am hoping that is some of the process.
In other news... let's talk about something superficial. My face.
I just have one of those faces... one of the ones that looks angry/grumpy/bitchy when at rest. Yes it's true. And although 98% of the time I am in a fine and dandy mood, aparently my face says otherwise. This has been brought to my attention in a major way. My big boss tends to think I am never ok, and has taken to ask my boss if I am indeed 'ok' or 'happy' at work. Random strangers tell me on the street on my way to yoga class to 'Smile, it's not so bad,' and it even came up in a recent job review. And just last week when asked how I was doing and I replied, "I'm good thanks," I was met with a, "Well you should tell your face that because that's not what it's saying."
This isn't new. I have had my face for... well my whole life. But recently I think I have started to develop a complex about it. If I am not smiling and perky people tend to think that there is something wrong. And then I have to field questions about the state of my face vs my personality. So what's a girl to do? I am starting to hate it. Not my face, I like my face.... but I certainly don't like the line of questions that come with it.
Which leads me to wonder why now? Do I look bitchier than normal at the moment? Is it a sign that I am indeed unhappy with my current life choices? Am I alienating people with every accidental stink eye?
Suddenly instead of worrying about the size of my thighs, or the choice of dress, now I have a whole new set of worries and how I am projecting myself.
Hrmmmm.... I don't like offending people... And I am really trying not to.... I guess for this week I will have to try harder!
|Also I bought a hat.|