Why Didn't You Respond?

It's hard not to take it personally, when we don't get the hoped for reaction from others.  There may be multiple terrific reasons that aren't even remotely related to us, including:

• Talking on the phone with a hands-free device that isn't obvious
• Didn't see us
• Didn't hear us
• Totally absorbed in something
• Forgot
• Didn't actually receive the message
• Language or customs difference

When we feel confident, it's easier to accept that we may simply need to try again to reach our intended party. 

Lucky Pennies

Though I've found countless lucky pennies four fairly recent reassuring examples stand out:

• starting the Lucky Penny Experiment
• riding the Mega Bus
• running my first 5k
• sending a loved one on a journey

Regardless of the source, it is always a boost for self confidence when we receive a signal that all will be well.

Real?

I'm reminded of the wonderful childhood classic, The Velveteen Rabbit, as I wonder when one becomes a real runner.  Experts tell us that good habits are established and bad habits are broken in three weeks.  Today was my 21st consecutive day of running.  Achieving that milestone prompted a trip to a running store to be fitted for running shoes to replace my cross trainers.  When I posed the question about real runners, my dear multi-marathon finisher friend told me tonight that I am a real runner.

Three weeks, new shoes and a marathoner's endorsement have given me the confidence to consider myself a real runner.

 In other areas, the love of a child, the support of a friend or the belief in ourselves also make us real. 

Confidence

I don't remember why I agreed to participate. I remember everything else very clearly.

A small town beauty pageant and loving mother changed my perspective.

It was the day before the pageant. My dress was beautiful. This was no big deal. I'd walk across the stage and it would be over quickly. Whatever happened, I'd be okay.

My wonderful mother issued a most important condition to my participation. Unless I learned to walk slowly with poise and confidence, I couldn't be in the pageant.

Until that moment, it never occurred to me how important posture and carriage are to others' perception of us. Nor did I fully realize that when we agree to do something, we need to do it to the best of our ability.

My mother's imitation of my quick, slumping walk vibrantly contrasted with her slow, elegant and confident pace got my attention.

Confidence won the crown that evening. Thank you, Mama!