One Thing I Really Like About Myself
This week’s #faithloop challenge would have been hard to write some months ago. I didn’t find anything quite lovable about myself. Today, however, I can proudly say I love being a goofball and having a wonky mind to match. I really laugh with myself and at myself. Take for example this time I was getting ready for work. I put on a red, black, and gray flannel that I buttoned up to the neck. My over-washed black leggings had a rip in the crotch area, so I wrapped a gray sweater around my waist. I laced up my sneakers and added final touches: hoop earrings and a red silk headscarf to which I tied to the front and wore to cover up a bad hair day. I looked in the mirror and what looked back at me was gangsta—gangsta chic. I felt my walk getting different, and suddenly I’m yanking stuff off the bed like it’s “phone check, foo.” I had to talk to myself before I got out of the house. “That ain’t you, boo-boo👏🏽. Don’t go out there and get hurt.” It wouldn’t happen, but the hysterical scenario in my mind was a case of Outfit Gone Wrong. I walk into work, busting through the doors. Plop into my seat and lean awwwwwl the way back. My boss does a pet peeve of calling my name over and over. Out of nowhere I turn and say, “What do you want?!” 🙊 The convo around the office: “Girl, that happened at 12:52 pm. By 12:53, she was packing her stuff. Mmmm hmmm. You know those wanted posters they have in gas stations or stores where people have stolen? Yeah, they got one of those of her up at the front desk.” A legend among disgruntled coworkers but a lifelong walk of shame for me.