Working out some frustration on clay helped to quell my irrational fears last night. Not to mention some amazing women. I found myself in an uncomfortable situation last night.
I was working on glazing a pot and the women at the co-op started talking about me. Right in front of me!
One woman said, “You are the nicest girl.” Another said, “and so interesting.” On and on it went and I wanted so badly to play it all down. To say, “No, I’m not that nice or interesting. I’m not special.” But instead I said, “Thank you.”
It’s hard for me to listen to a group of ladies, who are amazing in their own right, tell me that they think I am extraordinary. Why is that? I know that I am special, everyone is, and deserving of admiration. Though, to take the compliment and not refute it out of modesty was pretty darn tough. But the interchange filled me with warmth and gratitude. It was a bright spot in a potentially dismal day.
