There was once a Woman, whole and complete. A beautiful puzzle put together, little by little, life experiences creating 
a complex picture. It seemed complete: beautiful life, beautiful marriage, beautiful child. Slowly…so slowly…pieces of self fell away and scattered to various corners or under the couches, unnoticed in the every day flow. Until one day, looking into the mirror, she didn’t recognize herself anymore. There were holes and empty spaces where Love had once dwelt.
It was an Awakening.
That is the beginning when this Woman decides to go and reclaim her adjectives, those descriptors of Her Self that make her whole again. As she begins to clean up and clean out her life, she finds the puzzle box, dusty and torn. Mending it, she begins…searching and digging through all corners of her soul looking for her adjectives: Who IS she really? How would she describe herself to someone new? Would they care? Are the adjectives important?
Yes They Are
I didn’t realize how important adjectives were until they began re-appearing in my life. These are not the little puzzle piece that is hiding under the couch reminding you that you liked “X” music, this is the life reminder that whacks you upside the head telling you to “Wake up and remember WHO YOU ARE!! NOW!!”
At the moment, I am watching Eat, Pray, Love (again) and reflec
ting on last night at Caputo’s. Laura and I sat and drank an entire bottle of lovely Spanish wine. Over the course of the night, I noticed this beautiful man staring at me. Laura calls him “Mr. White-teeth” because of his perfect smile. It reminds me of a gum commercial from when I was young in which the salesman’s teeth sparkled at the end. The fact that this beautiful man was sitting and staring at me was so alien for me. Over the years, the words I have used to describe myself have been “wife,” “climber,” “friend,” “mother.” Now maybe I can add “Beautiful.” ~page 236, Mostly Happy: A Stay At Home Mom’s Journey through divorce.
All of a sudden, life starts flooding back, filling in all your empty holes: filling in with self love, filling with spirit, filling with acceptance, filling with gratitude.
Little by little, pieces of me, thought lost, are reemerging and saying, “Hello again!! What took you so long?” ~ page 241