Okay, here’s the scoop. I have the ittiest, bittiest mirror on the boat. So, I don’t spend much time looking at myself. Like, I can’t even capture my reflection in passing…there isn’t anything to capture it with. I think that is why well..one: I am fascinated with mirrors when I am out and around in the world, and two: I never really care what I look like.
Lori at http://janebenimble.com ran a contest on her blog a few weeks back. The gist is there is a photo of a girl in a cap with a caption bubble next to her and you were supposed to fill in the caption bubble with her thoughts. Well, *my* mind thought she was looking into the mirror giving herself a pep talk..and everyone else’s mind commented on her attire. And I realized I may be one of the few who uses the bathroom mirror for everything but getting ready. And since my goal with this blog is to help you to look at things with a different perspective, I thought I’d share with you here what I do with my bathroom mirror. Ha!!!! Turn your mind off, put on your sense of humor, and come join me as we look into…
My Bathroom Mirror……
Granted, I have access to more than one bathroom with a mirror, but this is the one I primarily use. One long one by the three sinks, and one full length one by the showers. Anything I do here can also be duplicated on a smaller scale in my work mirror. Anything to put the twinkle in my eye……
When I did have a home with my own personal bathroom mirror, I would decorate my mirror. I usually see my mirror first thing in the morning (because I pop out of bed and head right for the shower) so I want my mirror to put me in a good mood. I want it to reflect back to me Love, Light, Joy. I would tape my affirmation card to it. If I had a special photo or card, I would tape that to it. If I had an upcoming event to go to I would tape the ticket to it. I would write with window marker or lipstick or some colorful something “I LOVE YOU” (yep, I’m one of *those*)…and it always made me feel good to read it. It always made anyone else who was there to read it feel good as well. I always had a candle near it so I could see the flame dancing in the mirror.
My space at the mirror now is temporary, so no more decorating it. However, I do bring my candle and I do bring a flower in a vase if I have one (and I sometimes leave it there for the pleasure of the next person). I like candles and flowers. Kind of sets the scene. What do I do with my bathroom mirror?
Come along with me…
I still pop out of bead and head right for the showers, but to get to the showers is a long walk down the dock past about 14 boats, down the sidewalk past whoever is out walking, and into the bathroom. I get up at 3am for work, so it’s usually dark and quite cold. I am usually not happy about leaving my comfortable, warm bed to head out to the cold to get to the shower. On clear mornings (still night to me), I can see the moon and stars. So, my grumpiness subsides a bit. I head into the bathroom, look into the mirror and begin my conversation…something like…good heavens it is so cold..blah blah blah…then okay get over yourself this is the life you’ve chosen. Little pep talk to begin my morning.
I set up my ‘station’/claim my space by putting out all of my toiletries and my candle or flower. To raise my vibration I listen to music. At this time of day it is music with a funky beat, get your groove going music. Back to the mirror, see if my dance moves are even semi close to those I’ve seen in the latest music video. Some moves can get quite crazy. Sometimes I lip synch. Sometimes someone walks in. They always smile. I always smile back, then keep on dancing. Sometimes they ask what I’m listening to. Sometimes they listen for a bit with me. They never ever dance though…..
On days that I don’t have to work, it’s the same scene, only this time it’s around 6am when qutie a few others are getting ready. I will tell you this. Honestly. I don’t know if they mind my routine. I do know if I’m crunched for time and not listening to music or haven’t prepped my station, they ask what is wrong. I like that.
A quick sidenote…Wilma http://wilmasblog.com wrote a blog piece about women at the well. At the marina, our well is the girl’s bathroom. While we get ready, we all stand in a row and we talk. Sometimes we talk and talk and can literally be in there hours as more people come in. A regular gab fest. And then if one of us is getting dressed for something special, we need to talk about the outfit, the occasion, all of it…Truly takes most of the morning. The guys swear this *does not* happen in their bathroom. They say they go in, do their business, come out. No conversing, catching up….hmm…
So, after my music routine, I feel pretty good. After my shower, I’m back to the mirror. Sometimes the full length mirror to check my moves, sometimes the long mirror. If the kids are with me, we do outrageous hairstyles, silly faces, play the don’t blink don’t smile just stare game…anything just to get the other two to laugh. And we laugh and laugh. And if the entire harbor hears *that* well good, shouldn’t you wake to laughter?
If the kids are not with me, I move on to my next pep talk. As in look at those eyes, windows to your soul, then I look at my eyes from every angle to see my soul from different perspectives. That usually leads to mug shots. I crack myself up everytime. Or I literally give a pep talk to myself…full blown conversation complete with emphasis on important words…very animated at times. I tell myself exactly what I think. And when someone walks in the middle of that…they usually have a who are you talking with look? (It helps to be able to quick put my cell phone to my ear, but I’m usually not that quick!)
Probably the most outrageous thing I do in the bathroom mirror is belly dance. I perform in public, so when I want to practice at home and get the full view, the only place to practice is my bathroom. I get in my hip skirt with my sword and I do as much of the routine as possible in the mirror. Complete with flair and balancing the sword on my head. Long ago, Kaitlyn had a plastic Legoland sword and she would imitate me which was hysterical for both of us…but she stopped doing that because she felt she would be embarrassed if someone walked in.
That’s the thing. There comes a time when we decide we are too old, too cultured, too something…for fun. When we’d rather squelch our silliness than be caught in a potentially embarrassing situation. I like making others laugh, so if you happen to walk into the middle of our fun in the bathroom mirror, and you smile, I feel good about it. I also know how to laugh at myself, so I encourage you to laugh with me. And I just bet that you look at your bathroom mirror a little differently the next time you walk by….