Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be like that girl. Smart, beautiful, top of her class, popular and a little bit beyond reach. Well, my reach at least. Maybe because I was speechless around her, I followed her from a distance around the school campus. Long before Facebook and Instagram came, I was already an observer, to put it prettily. But just the same, it was my brand of stalking. I took note of all the things she liked, what she did, who her friends were, what she wore, what she read, how she breathed… Ok, that last part is an exaggeration, but you get the picture, yes?
Oh how I wanted that girl to “like” me, to “see” me, to know I exist…I wanted to be her friend, her sister, her barkada.
As I grew older and moved on to corporate and marriage life, that girl evolved in my vivid imagination. I kept up with my mental image of her and her myriad of accomplishments. I continued to aspire to be like her.
I see her as someone who wakes up in the morning quite early to begin the day doing what she loves most. She laces up her shoes and shows up on the street come rain or come shine. That girl goes to the gym regularly and makes time for that very special part of the day to exercise and invigorate. She values her health through fitness and eating clean.
“The body determines our mental and spiritual energies. With the new body we can put on the new person and build a new life…No life can be completely lived without being lived completely on a physical level.” – Dr. George Sheehan, Running and Being
Once she sets a goal, she applies herself to it with focus and grit. Oh yes, like us puny humans, she has loads of excuses. But her commitment pushes her excuses aside. Failing is another excuse to learn, adjust, recalibrate and reset goals.
There is so much to do and so much to experience out there. Stop thinking about it, start doing. – myGloryBox.com
All my life, I wanted her to be proud of me. Insane but true.
I think I have finally become THAT GIRL. I wish she can “see” me now. It merely took me my entire life to become HER. No, I don’t look as beautiful, nor will I ever be as smart as her. But heck yeah, I FEEL like a million dollars and that is good enough for me! I am my unique version of THAT GIRL.
I wish to THANK YOU, Girl, for being my benchmark. For the inspiration and the constant reminder that anything I dream of, I too have the power to make it happen. I hope you continue to be an inspiration to all women around the world!
THAT GIRL Defined – is a fusion or a cross section of all my female role models back in primary school, high school and college life. Dear Reader, you may not know it, you may be one of my heroines. One of these days, I will tell you which part of YOU, your unique quality, I took and molded into my kind of GIRL.