I have one of the coolest birthdays ever. Not only is it at the perfect time of year but I share it with some extremely amazing people.
Yesterday felt like my birthday though I am still over a month away from the actual date. I had a great day at work that was fun, entertaining, and challenging (I would like to see just anyone incorporate a toilet paper roll in a model's hair and make it look good..)
I arrived home and was greeted by a package. How fun to get something in the mail. Beyond that, how wonderful to know someone was thinking of me, and what items might bring a smile to my face.
Perception and the ability to believe it is everything. If I want to see myself as fabulous and believe it, I can do that. I may eventually be put on medications for that, but I can choose to believe what I want,.
Our perceptions can also get us in to trouble should we choose to latch on to the wrong thoughts. I can take a false perception and present it as truth. Not to lie or deceive but because I so want it to be the truth. At that point I need to take out my perception glasses and have a big old "Aha Moment" and retract my misrepresentations. So much easier to believe what I want to believe.
Two days ago I stepped on the scale, just to torture it for being in my way. I looked down and was utterly shocked. I had lost THIRTY pounds. Oh my God! I stared and looked at the number and was so happy. It was hard to believe that I could lose thirty pounds by not doing anything physical and imbibe in whatever crossed my path.
Upon the realization that my clothes fit me no differently I picked up the scale to examine it.There in one of the corners was a piece of dog food. Small enough to miss, large enough to fool me. Annoyed I put the offensive object back on the ground,without the dog food and demanded a recount.
There was the number I have been used to seeing.
I almost believed that the scale went into the kitchen and got a piece of dog food, wedged it under itself just so it could mock me. Or maybe the poor thing is tired at being kicked and hearing my anathema raged upon it, and for once it just wanted words of praise.
It was time to put the scale away and out of sight. Which also means it is time to stop judging my self worth by the numbers it reflects, and look for other perceptions.
I have not figured out how a piece of dog food made its way from my kitchen to my bathroom. This I will leave as one of the great mysteries of life.
I am missing my high school reunion because the date of a fashion where I am the featured makeup artist and hairstylist had been moved. If you had told me that twenty five years ago I may put my arms akimbo and said, "Why else would I not be able to attend?" So confident in my youth, of my beauty, power and potential.
No longer having the reunion as a date to set such lofty goals,I now have my birthday looming.
I do not want to have to believe what I perceive to be the truth, I want the truth to be what others believe. To do that I will have to be vigilant about putting forth the truth.
The strength and power and beauty will come from presenting myself as I am. With flaws, mistakes, achievements, failures, great hair, talented in my career, failure at money handling.
For my birthday I would like to throw a party with all the famous people born on the same day. I would of course have to rent out more spot lights as there is not enough for all of us to share.
Richard Pryor, Candace Bushnell, Woody Allen, Sarah Silverman, and my personal favorite; Bette Midler.
It is obvious I was born to be talented, neurotic, funny, entertaining, and possibly Jewish.
Some of those qualities I already posses, I'll let you guess which ones.
Until next time..Mazel!
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