There’s always hope…

I have been doing Project Feederwatch for three years now, and I got an email newsletter today about avian conjunctivitis:
Project FeederWatch Electronic Newsletter-October 25, 2006Since mycoplasmal conjunctivitis was first observed in House Finches in1994 the bacterial disease has caused eye infections in several other species of wild birds including American Goldfinches, Purple Finches,Evening Grosbeaks, and Pine Grosbeaks.
The same bacteria is suspected of causing this conjunctivitis in House Sparrows, too.In October 2006, the Lab of Ornithology received information that there may be an emerging epidemic of conjunctivitis in House Sparrows in the Chicago area. In order to determine if an epidemic is beginning in House Sparrows we are asking citizen scientists across the continent to report sightings of House Sparrows with eye infections.
Wouldn’t that be nice? All the house sparrows just dropping dead? As long as all the native birds are spared, bring on the conjunctivitis.
I didn’t take any photos today. The weather was just too gray, too crappy, too depressing.
But I found my favorite picture of myself, the picture that makes me
both angry and hopeful, all at once.
Geoff took this outside the Blue Oyster Cult show at Annie’s in Cincinnati in 1999, just a few weeks after we started dating. I was 26, full of hope for the future and this guy I had met. I was also full of dismay at a lot of bad, scarring relationships. I wanted so much for Geoff to like me for who I was, not the jaded tart I appeared to be. I used to be a Bum Magnet, finding every guy in a 50 mile radius who didn’t deserve me. They were drug users, or abusive, or just plain stupid and unevolved, brow-ridge Neanderthals. I made choices in the name of what I thought was love, to change these guys into the men I thought they could become. I learned, eventually, that I couldn’t change someone into something that they were not meant to be. Ever notice how a relationship that turns out bad, doesn’t start out that way? It starts out all flowers and rainbows, because if it started they way it ends, we would never hang around.
Sigh…I didn’t mean for this to become a therapy session. Sorry.
Anyway, here’s my former hotness:
5 foot 6 inches, 130 pounds, 40, 28, 38. And the attitude to go with all of that. Brazen, free (at least outwardly), fun, with lots and lots of moxy.
I have changed, both on the inside and the outside. I may not be a hottie anymore, but my spirit has started to evolve into the person I wanted everyone to see, all those years ago.
Maybe I can re-attain some semblance of hotness. Growing two kids in my body morphed me into a body that doesn’t feel like mine, but that old figure is in there, somewhere.
But what’s more important? Being the life of the party and fitting into the below outfit (the photo doesn’t show it, but the skirt was long, with slits all the way up, and I was wearing “hooker heels”…big mistake, by the way. Had bruises on my soles for days afterward)
or reaching for self-actualization, being a role model for my girls, being a better wife to Geoff, kicking ass and taking names in my life?
There’s always hope that I can be and do both.


4 Responses to “There’s always hope…”

  1. Dave Says:

    Then who’s the hottie in your profile picture? A persons inner self projects their beauty into their outer self.

  2. NatureWoman Says:

    From a female perspective, you are one hell of a hottie! It isn’t all about the outer self. We would all like our 18 year old figures back – it ain’t gonna happen. What we have going on now over that 18 year old figure is what’s inside, and the more you get going on inside, the more beautiful you become. It only gets better baby, trust me! So please feel good about yourself every day – you are one beautiful person! And you have two beautiful daughters – oh my, how many people can say that?
    I feel really bad about the birds. I don’t like to see or hear about anything suffering – wah!

  3. -llm. Says:

    You’ve gotten some wise comments above. And, I think its great that you have so much insight into yourself. Yes, I pull out old pictures sometimes and wish that I had my 18 year old body back again (the same one that I thought was overweight back in the day — sigh!) but I am so much HAPPIER in everyday now. Even my worst days are so much better because of my husband, my children, and my job. It’s all good and worth every pound if that was part of the cost.

    Which isn’t to say that I don’t know I need to exercise and make sure I’m as healthy as I can be too.

  4. Shannon Says:

    Hey girl you are still a hottie!!! The Susan I knew back then was a beautiful person and the Susan today is still that beautiful person, just alot more mature.

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