D is for Dignity
I went through a lot of “d” words before I finally came to the one that resonated with me.
As a child, the most common phrase I heard from my mother and grandmother was, “Remember who you are.” Over the years, that’s taken on many meanings. Sometimes it reminded me that I was young and feisty. Other times, it kept my tongue in check when a snarky remark danced on the tip just begging to be hurled someone’s way.
Now I know the true meaning. To remember who I am is to maintain my dignity. I have a million doors opening right now and every day I have the choice which one to walk through. The weepy, leaky, depressed door is always at the forefront, jockeying positions with the others, begging me to choose it. Another of equal size with the word anger emblazoned in a blood red, fiery font looms there too. Both tempt me as strongly as a Sanders Hot Fudge Cream Puff or a triple scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
While I can resist the former (but almost never the latter), the pull to throw open those doors is immense. Somehow, I push past them to the one which has that old familiar phrase stenciled on its face. “Remember who you are.”
That door encompasses everything I want for my future. Hope, peace, happiness, adventure, fun, and perhaps even love. I won’t be able to achieve any of those if I don’t maintain my dignity. I will keep my shoulders back, my head held high, and I will walk the path before me, dealing with whatever obstacles and challenges the universe chooses to put before me. I'll ask for help when I need it, give it when it’s asked of me (or not asked, but needed), and I will put out all the positive energy I can into the world.
I will remember who I am.
April 5, 2017