“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”- Anais Nin
A friend sent me the link to an article “How to Grow Old Like Isabella Rossellini”, an interview in the New York Times Magazine with the famous actress/model. The article reminds us (or we learn) that she is far from just being an actress/model. She’s a fighter, a woman who regained her power, her self, and revels everyday in who she is and what she has accomplished on her own.
Reading through the interview, I’m reminded of something about myself, as I, too, grow older, that I often forget, that I too often push way, way back into the farthest corners of my brain. Writing the last few entries of my memoir draft that I shared with you, I’ve been concentrating on my depression, my anxiety, my self-doubts, my fears that I have wasted so much….time. But I forget to remind myself of the rest. My friend Ilva used to make me sit down and make a list of everything positive in my life and everything good about myself whenever I was going through a dark period of depression. That list would always surprise me. I always forget what I’ve accomplished in my life and in my career; I always forget what I have been and am capable of doing.