What happens with Wonder Woman meets Superman?

I spent a blissful weekend between evenings with The Runner and daytimes with my mom and daughter. A fun weekend all around.  The Runner even surprised me with an expected Sunday evening visit after attending a nearby conference. And yet I continue to worry what he thinks about...which brings up the question: What happens when Wonder Woman meets Superman?

I frequently think of The Runner as Superman. He is constantly moving around, helping other people. Strong physically, mentally and strong willed, he saves the day for anyone in need; never leaving a project half-finished, always ensuring the best quality of work.  Last night he even showed up wearing a Superman hat (my mental nickname unbeknownst to him).

So now that Wonder Woman has met Superman, what happens with those two forces engage? A recognition of someone who suits you in so many ways.  A counterpart that you didn’t know existed.  The encounter has left this Wonder Woman wondering....where do I stand? What does he think of me? What does he think of my life? What does he think of us?  Forgetting my own unique super powers, I started worrying about the other super hero’s perceptions. I constantly remind myself to stay grounded in the strengths I’ve come to own. To do the things that make me Wonder Woman. To hold on to my own wondrous achievements..

This has been a recurring theme throughout a few blog posts and expect will continue to be for a while.  Adjusting my thinking from the way it has been for so long - determining my value from what the other person was thinking - to now knowing my own value.  As a wise Little Buddha pointed out - if he can’t see you are Wonder Woman then you don’t like him that much to begin with.  

This week’s quote, forwarded by Little Buddha, once again came at the exact right time (is the universe in tune with the origination of this supernatural relationship?):

When you refrain from habitual thoughts and behavior, the uncomfortable feelings will still be there. They don’t magically disappear. Over the years, I’ve come to call resting with the discomfort “the detox period,” because when you don’t act on your habitual patterns, it’s like giving up an addiction. You’re left with the feelings you were trying to escape. The practice is to make a wholehearted relationship with that.