Jean said it first. We were all lazing around the couch at Jenna's last week, talking about this and that (subjects of discussion at the womens' circle are not to be disclosed; what happens in Circle.....well, you know) when suddenly, and entirely within the context of the discussion, Jean just hauled off and said, "Oh, I know I'm a honeypot."
I had to stop her. Did she just say what I thought she had said? Had she just declared herself a honeypot? She looked surprised at my surprise. Wasn't it obvious?
Of course it was obvious. Jean is nothing if not a honeypot. But it wasn't about the words, or even the sentiment. It was bigger. She'd spoken a simple phrase (now the battle cry of the Circle; t-shirts are already in the works) but it said so much.
To me, it was one more example of all the ways in which I am not like Jean. I think I could talk straight through from now until the rapture and never would the phrase "I am a honeypot" come out of my mouth. But Jean calls it like she sees it, and when it comes to her own self-image, she sees it with clarity. This is a woman who owns her power and self-worth. She does not apologize. She does not mitigate. The mirror through which she sees herself is not all fogged up with a lifetime of the message, "You are not enough." She knows she is enough--in fact, she knows that she's more than enough. She is beautiful, intelligent, witty, charming, a rock star at work, a stunner in bed, a magnet. In short, a honeypot.
I am inspired. So inspired that I transferred my little container of farmer's market honey into an actual pot and put it on my kitchen countertop, labeled with a little post-it that says, "I am a honeypot."
And so I am. (And so are YOU!)
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