Through the eyes of dreams

I suspect everyone has some idea of what they think they look like, or want to look like.

For one reason, or another, most of us don't actually look that way, but we probably don't look the same to everyone anyway. A film star develops a carefully drawn up persona. They have agents and companies dedicated to making sure the public sees them a certain way.

The rest of us are more at the mercy of other people and fate.

My father, looking through the eyes of love, always saw my mother as the bride he married. My husband always saw me as a threat for some reason. I have a friend I see as the earth mother and another I see as a sort of thoroughly modern Millie.

The people in our lives are as much a reflection of us as they are anything else. We see what we want to see, what we allow ourselves to see, what we expect to see . . . and then, we finally see the bit of them we allow to show through all that.

I am one of those lucky people who has a friend who sees me through my dreams somehow. She isn't even someone I share my dreams with most of the time, but she seems to know what I want to be, how I'd like to be seen, who I wish I were.

I love that! She thought I looked like a ballerina when we were young! Recently she wrote about me as "the Pixie Red Head!"

Wow.