Angelpie, you might not believe this, but when I was a girl I was horribly insecure.
I was …. different.
I sang opera when everyone else sang pop.
I listened to Pavarotti and Julie Andrews
and recordings of Laurence Olivier playing Hamlet.
I never shared a mixed tape of Madonna and Michael Jackson.
I read books about Maria Callas and Judy Garland,
while my schoolmates drooled over magazing pictures
of David Cassidy
and the Bay City Rollers.
(yes … dating myself horribly, I know!)
I spent my evenings and weekends in the theater
instead of at parties.
I was a doubter/questioner/rebel in a Catholic convent school
and my rebellion isolated me.
To say I didn’t fit in is an understatement.
And I was lonely as hell.
A while ago, I connected on FB with a classmate,
someone who shared my life for the last four years of high school.
And in casual conversation, she mentioned how she remembered me as
“beautiful and brilliant”.
She said how much she admired my individuality and talent.
And all I could think was,
“Why didn’t you tell me then?”
Sweetheart, today, this week, for ever after …
if you think something nice about someone,
please, please tell them.
You have no idea how much that might mean to them.
how much they need to hear it,
and how much hurt it could heal.
I think you’re incredible, btw.
Bliss-ings and so much love
PS Have you ever wished you’d said something and later regretted holding back?
Have you ever heard something that you wish someone had said when it mattered?
Did those experiences change how/when you speak up?
Please share your experiences with me in the comment boxes … I really think this is a conversation worth having.