The person inside

As I read and re-read and correct and edit my books, I noticed something.  The descriptions of the characters in my books are very sparse.  I usually give a sketch as the character is introduced initially, and then move on.  For some characters, there is no physical description at all.

That got me to thinking about how my writing reflects who I am.  As a rule, the package, the physical presence, of a person is not really important to me.  The person inside is who I relate to and have a relationship with.

I'm human, so I notice very physically beautiful people, I think most of us do.  But the person that I see after time has less to do with the appearance they present, and more to do with their heart and their mind.

It can be so easy to get fixated on our physical appearance.  To find ourselves too fat or too thin, too tall or too short.  To wish we had prettier skin or hair or eyes.

To everyone reading this, I want you to know that when I see you, I am looking deeper than that.  I want to know you, no matter what the package you come in looks like.

In my mind, I'm still a young woman.  In the mirror, I'm definitely middle-aged.  But inside, my heart is the same, and always will be.  So even when an old woman looks back at me from the mirror, the child in me will still be exclaiming at a flower, a rainbow, or a butterfly.

And the heart beating in me will still reach out to those open hearts who love freely and try to make the world a better place with their actions.