Just words, scrambled together, but stuck like an oily omlet these past few days. Just a snippet of information from Girl’s Rock, which I vewied days ago. Folded up and ready for consumption in my hungry mind.
What’s my best feature? Sadly, as the question slid around, the first thing I wanted to do was ask a treasured one what feature in me they would identify. It made me uncomfortable trying to name something on my own. Yes, fear of boasting, but more, fear of picking just one, as if this feature tattoo’d forever as a solid identity. Bravely, I start thinking too much, thus making the question less instinctual, more cerebral than real.
What do I like best about myself? My DRIVE…it is the feature responsible for rappelling down a waterfall, obtaining my PhD, or even making my own ketchup. If I have a goal, I almost always reach it. This quality also sinks its hooks into my self-esteem, pushing me to off readily equate okay-ness with what I am producing, what I do.
It is quite touching, because it is about living life to its fullest, but also depressing, because it means that “nothing is ever good enough.”
Anyway, that’s my feature, which shames, surprises and supports me and those I am around.
What do you like best about yourself? Do you feel the same tension in naming one thing? Would you name a body part?