I have decided that my cup is half full, not half empty. And sometimes it is overflowing. At least, that's what it looks like to me. I think I am finally standing on my own two feet, and the constant leak in the cup has closed over.
Friends are wonderful, they add richness to life. But at the end of the day, the person I am accountable to is the one in my shoes, the one I see in the mirror. Somewhere (probably filed in a box in New Zealand) I have a wonderful piece of writing about the woman in the looking glass. I'd like to read it again.
Today I am grateful for shoes that fit.
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PS Found it, thanks google! Here is the poem, adapted from the original "Guy in the Glass" by Dale Wimbrow:
The Woman in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you queen for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that woman has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or husband
Whose judgement upon you must pass;
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
She's the person to please, never mind all the rest,
For she's with you clear up to the end.
And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the woman in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life,
And get pats on your back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the woman in the glass
Further to this, here in this link, is a copy of the original poem, "The Guy in the Glass", with correct acknowledgement. Please read the story and also go to this link, the official page for the poem. Interesting that the word "self" was originally "pelf" (money, riches).
I wonder how many people have been touched by this poem? One person really CAN make a difference.
I also very much like the gentle poem "My Religion" by Dale Wimbrow.
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