The reflection isn't me.

Reading something at the moment and really liked this extract:

"The person I felt inside had no corresponding features to the reflection in the mirror.  The wide smile, perfect teeth and over the top accessories bode no resemblance to the person I knew myself to be.  Where did I go?"


I totally feel like that sometimes.  As if, the 25 year old me is still living life, just not this one!  Or that the realities of my life are someone elses, especially when it comes to cleaning windows.....


The person we try to be and the person we sometimes are, don't always match up.  Sometimes the view from the inside feels like another life altogether and sometimes a passing comment means that your reflection on yourself can make you feel pretty small, or big.


My hope is that I am as honest with myself as I can be.  No ones perfect.  The inside doesn't have to match the outside even if that's what's being judged. 


I do all I can, give all I can, try the best I can, in all I do.  That is a reflection of me.