I have a sweet little set of positive thought cards, given to me by Rose. They’re wonderfully illustrated and laminated, and I thought they make make a nice tiled effect in my plain little bathroom. Sadly the tape I was using refused to stick for more than a minute and a half, and after twenty minutes at the project I badly needed a card that would encourage me in my ability to tack up cards.
Later I was bemoaning that fact to Buckman, as I pealed the remaining tape off and returning them to the box. I commented that I’d kinda expected him to give me a little shit (“soooooo Californian!”) about them anyway.
He was thumbing through them and he said, “No these are actually pretty nice.”
He paused. “Well ….”
He held up a card with a drawing of a woman twirling and it read “I’m beautiful and everyone loves me.”
“I think I would HAVE to give you shit for that one.”
I laughed a little and then I said, “Why is it so hard for us to say something nice about ourselves?”
I’m taping that card up on my mirror (if I have to use crazy glue and a clamp) until I can say it without feeling ridiculous.