The news of having to rehab yet another body part put me in a bit of a bit of a tailspin (I have many of those) and I had a few bad days of pain/soreness, and then feeling sorry for myself when I got an envelope in the mail. Jack Sh!t had asked me for my address and for my willingness to participate in a secret project. With such vague details I thought to myself, "only good can come of this." It never crossed my mind that it could be all a part of some nefarious kitchen experiment. But no, he had to go and do something sweet, humbling, and meaningful. That envelope arrived on a day when I felt like I was a failure as a blogger, a failure as someone looking to improve their heath and wellbeing, and when I was feeling the impending doom of turning 30.
If you go all the way to the bottom of his "Putting It All Together" post, you'll see a photo of little ol me:
|"The Fighting Spirit of Robby at FatGirlvsWorld" |
Gawww.... shucks, Jack....
That little index card is now in a place where I see it every day. It reminds me that other people see how much I fight for myself. It reminds me that people that I love and respect see that I don't give up or give in when things get tough. Truth is that sometimes I feel like I can't live up to the SuperHero image I've created for myself. But the thing is most SuperHeroes are human in one way or another (either in their secret identity or their foibles). The humanity is what we identify with most. If Jack Sh!t has taught me anything, it has been that (much like Cyrano) laughing at yourself doesn't have to be self-deprecating and debasing, sometimes if you laugh at yourself it means you love yourself beyond compare with a full, but light heart. Being joyful and silly can help restore us even on our worst days.
Even on your worst day, you can be someone's hero.
And sometimes that just means you being who you are -- imperfect, in-progress, honest.
And sometimes that just means you should check the mail to see if Jack Sh!t has sent you something.