I don’t know about you but I am loving spring. I rode my bike with my kids to school today. It was lovely. And baby loved his first bike ride. He was so cute sitting in his little bike chair attachment thing wearing his tiny helmet.
Lately I’ve been really trying to change. I want to be a happier more pleasant person. I want to stop the negative dialogue. I want to end the hyperfocusing on the things I can’t change. I want to stop criticizing. In general I want to be more pleasant. (Because, seriously, that inner dialogue can be brutal.)
Years ago I ended up with a book shelf my brother had built and painted. On the back he wrote in paint several Korean figures. All these years I have wondered what it was he wrote. Recently my neice got engaged and her fiancé knows Korean. I totally took advantage and had him translate for me. Along with writing his name and some other random words my brother wrote “You become if you do”. No wonder my brother chose this quote to write in paint on the back of a bookshelf in Korean. It’s awesome. I love it. This simple proverb has given me hope and determination on my quest towards pleasantness.
“You become if you do.” You become a pianist if you practice the piano. You become a cyclist if you ride your bike. I can become a happy person if I practice being happy. If I do it I will become it.
This has also given me peace knowing and hoping that if I read with my kids they will become readers. If I work with my kids they will become workers. If I laugh with my kids they will become laughers or maybe clowns. If I pray with my kids they will start to pray for themselves.
I was at Costco today and overheard a man respond to a how are you. What was his response? “Perfect”. How great is that? Nobody really is perfect but what a wonderful way to try and become.
I have hope and I think that is the first step in doing what I want to become. What is it you want to become? What do you do to change? How do you keep yourself going and moving forward?
My friends, please have a wonderful week. Whether it ends fabulously or not know that you are loved. Life is hard but you are definitely not alone.
Since the time I was 6 years old I have wanted to be a writer. My lifelong dream has been to be a published author. I had a very surprising realization. My dream has come true. I never aspired to have a #1 best seller. I have simply wanted to write and have my writing read. I may not be a “published author” in the traditional sense of being able to buy my writings off a book shelf. Because of the support of my Monday emails the opportunity to publish those emails via posts to my blog have been made possible. You, my friends, have given me my wish. You, my readers, have made me an author. I thank you. I thank you for giving me an audience. I thank you for choosing my words “off the shelf”, for picking up my “book” and opening its pages. My
desire has been given and you have given it to me.
Spring is in the air and I am ready to spend an entire week not doing the normal school routine thing. It’s spring break!
We started our break by taking J snowboarding. He did great, especially for his first time ever even being in that much snow. Me, well, I’ll just say I didn’t do as well. Picture for a minute a grown adult struggle to strap on a snowboard, stumble and trip trying to get up, wobble and shake getting the dang board to start moving then almost instantly fall, smack onto their butt. That was me, every single time.
I fell down the bunny hill through my entire 2 hour lesson. After a little break I tried again. I made it about 2 feet before falling, for the umpteenth time, and decided I was done. What’s funny about that is the others were waiting at the bottom of the hill for me to come down which I never did. I had much more fun watching my hubby and my son then I did bruising my bum. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great time (when I wasn’t trying to pull myself up after another fall). Even though I came home bruised, sore and sunburned I would go back in a heartbeat…to cheer on my loved ones from a very safe distance.
I decided that I’m just a much better observer than I am a doer. And that goes for pretty much everything. At this very moment I’m sitting in the grass at the park watching my kids have a grand old time. Actually they keep asking to go home but I’m determined to not let them sit in front of the tv our entire spring break, only part of it.
So I’m an observer. I would rather read a book then play a game. In fact I enjoy games much better when I watch people play. That way I can actually laugh with them and at them and not have major anxiety. Kind of like snowboarding.
I really don’t know where I’m going with all this. Maybe I just need a moment to laugh at my embarrassment. Did I mention my horribly sunburned nose and forhead? I have an excellent ski mask tan line. AND I had to speak in church the very next morning with that awful rudolf nose and clown smile. Maybe I just want to acknowledge that I’ve become ok with being an observer. The world needs all kinds of people, right? And maybe I’m using my “observer” status as an excuse to sit back and tune out the world for a little bit. Whatever the reason I choose to share this, those are my thoughts and I hope you got a little chuckle over my awkwardness.
What are your plans to celebrate this glorious spring? If your still dealing with shoveling snow, I’m so sorry. It’ll warm up one of these days. And how are you really doing? Don’t forget that you are in my thoughts. I love you and I’m cheering you on. Hang in there. You are amazing.
Hello my friends and family!
I have been laughing all day over an article I read this morning. It talks about a man in 1996 who believed if he put lemon juice on his face he would be invisible to cameras. This same man went on to rob two different banks in broad daylight without using any disguise other than lemon juice on his face. He was obviously recognized and then arrested. However obvious it was to everyone else he was in total shock.
“The surveillance tapes were key to his arrest. There he is with a gun, standing in front of a teller demanding money. Yet, when arrested, Wheeler was completely disbelieving. “But I wore the juice,” he said. Apparently, he was under the deeply misguided impression that rubbing one’s face with lemon juice rendered it invisible to video cameras.” (See Errol Morris, “The Anosognosic’s Dilemma: Something’s Wrong but You’ll Never Know What It Is,” New York Times, June 20, 2010;)
I find this hilarious. Who could possibly be so stupid to actually believe lemon juice can make them invisible to cameras therefore allowing them to successfully rob multiple banks?!
As ridiculous as this is it has made me stop and ask myself what stupid things do I do that I am oblivious to? I was recently told that nothing others do is ever good enough for me. For this, and many other things I am blind to, I am sorry. It is my wish and desire to give and to love, to change and to grow, to stop rubbing lemon juice on my face. So, my friends. Please know that I love you. If I have hurt you I am sorry.
You are so very loved. You are so very special. You have so much to give. And you are never alone.