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Sometimes the
naysayers help you pull it through. Sometimes John of England's “You
can't do THAT” is the proverbial last
straw. You already knew you were going to do exactly that. The girls
didn't send you those fabulous heels for you to bail out because
somebody said you can't or shouldn't.
Sometimes the
quiet, confident support of a wise man can go a long way. Sometimes
the Doctor's “you will be fine” makes you take a deep breath. And
the staff car. He said you can do it, now you can't let him down.
Sometimes the
caring, quiet disbelief
coming from people who wish the best for you feeds a growing
determination to show them they shouldn't have been so sceptical.
This is the mild, non-angry version of “watch
me”.
Because there
is an angry version of it. When the disbelief is neither caring nor
quiet. Sometimes somebody laughs in your face and tells you “come
on, you're not gonna make it. It's
written all over you” That's
when you feel like adding a few not very ladylike expressions to
accompany “watch me”.
Sometimes a
very simple “I always knew you would manage” just fills your
heart with gratitude. They never tried telling you what to do or not
to do, and never for a split second made you feel you shouldn't do
what you thought was necessary. Even when everybody else considered
it crazy. They probably did think that too. Except, they also knew to
what extent you are crazy yourself, and did the maths. And knew you
would manage.
Sometimes those
who treat any turn of events and the situations they lead to as
“normal” are the best people to have around. Actually, not only
sometimes. It's always rewarding to have people who don't question
your choices in life
but accept them. Ok, they disapprove of the men you choose and make
fun of your taste in music, and probably have a well-defined idea of
what would be beneficial for you, but they know better. They know
that you will have to figure it out for yourself, and the best they
can do is be there when you do. And for them, it's always a when,
never an if. You know, they send you the heels for when you have
crossed the fields and hills and mountains, and arrived
to Santiago.
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