The time about which I'm writing here concerns words I once wrote in this blog. You're welcome to look them up, but for our purposes I'll be content with summing it up. I had written something like "I shudder to think what people think of me..."
A dear, wonderful, and loving Friend read that and wasn't about to let me get away with it. She wasn't about to let me assign to the eyes and minds of others any ridicule of me.
And she went behind my back and asked people who know me to describe me. And then a flick of her magic wand...
No, it wasn't as easy as that. She carved out time from her very busy life with her very busy family at a very busy time of year, and invested that time, along with her talent and treasure, in me. My own caretaker, my steward.
In the 12 Days of Christmas, she presented me with the fruits her labor. Here it is:
What you're looking at is a print, a composite of words people used to describe me. My friend tells me that the frequency with which the words were used correlates to the size of the font. That means the words that jump out of the print are the words most often said about me.
I've been wanting for some time to publicly thank my Friend for everything this print stands for -- for all that went into it, and for all that it gives me on a daily basis. When doubt or self-loathing creeps in, I grab this lifeline of love and pull myself out.
Thank you, my Friend.