I do not use an e-mail signature, though almost everyone I know does. The reason for this is simple: there’s no message, no quote, no information that I want to send to every single person that I know. I am too many different people (not in a Sybil kind of way) and use e-mail for too many different things. Also, the things I like, the things I think about, change too frequently. So, no signature (ah: except at work, where I append my contact info and title to everything automatically, because there are too many Jennifers working at KU).
If I were going to adopt a signature or a motto at this moment, though, it would be this: “Je suis belle et ça ne demande aucun effort.” Which translates as: I am beautiful and I don’t even try. Could there be a better motto than that? It’s pretty much me, all of my arrogance and antipathy combined (note: I took the “How’s Your Self-Esteem” quiz thing that was floating around, and it said that eight percent of the time, I have low self-esteem, and then tried to find a nice way of telling me I’m waaaay too confident. Why?). Of course, I’m reading it with a comma: I am beautiful, and I don’t try.
Should we have to apologize for confidence? I don’t think so. I know many, many, many people who struggle with self-confidence all the time. Just within my family, it’s been a fairly grand issue for women, to the point that I’ve wondered if it’s something genetic (which would explain why I missed the low self-esteem boat). I think I rock. I hold myself in the highest esteem. I want to be friends with people “like me,” who think like me, who like the things I do or who can introduce me to things that I will like. I don’t apologize for that.
I wish I knew how confidence grew or was created. I wish I could loan it out to the people I know who have struggled with believing in themselves. I would plant a garden of it outside my apartment and donate it like blood, in bags, for free, for anyone who wants it.
In the middle of writing this, I became even more awesome than usual, because I just found out, via e-mail, that one of my stories has been accepted for publication in the G.W. Review. Woo-hoo!
I picked up that quote by following a link to a Knitty pattern off of , from which I have just gleefully ordered a Recycled Silk Sari Bag. EEE! Pretty new thing!