Saturday March 1st, 2014 – Day 27
Husband got home at midnight last night, finally, after a
week. The kids tried to stay up, but
Emma and I had to go to bed. Jonathan
managed to stay up. Damn teenagers. I woke up just for him to flop around to find
his comfort position as he always does.
*sigh* He’s the only person I
know that can shake a Temperpedic, they weigh a half ton. But I was so happy to have him home.
This morning was the usual head into town for a coffee and
groceries. If I get any more predictable
I could be caught and become a Criminal Minds victim. “He stalked you for 4 days and realized you
NEVER change your routine”. It’s okay
though, I could take him. Imagine what
happens when you fuck with my routine.
It would be Criminal Minds reversed.
A friend of mine has a daughter with Bi Polar. In fact I am friends with the daughter as
well. Due to yesterday’s joyous day she
needed to say basically, “breathe, meditate, try to calm down I don’t want you to
crash”. For many of you, yesterday was a
day filled with errands no different than your day save for YOU also have at
home or away full time job. I do not. But she knows my success at this full day
could mean I am running manic, and she’s probably right. I took my sleep medication and saw every hour
last night and I was up at 7am. UGH!
This Mother had a birthday the other day and I said to her, “Happy
Birthday Beauty”. It’s a phrase I do use
often and I use it when I see or feel, or both, beauty. Not only is this woman lovely looking but she
is so wonderfully loving that “beauty” seems to fit. I find beauty in a lot of people, it’s what I
do. And I love that saying. If someone called me “beauty” it would melt
my heart. My husband calls me his
beautiful and I love it. I also like
cute, adorable, sexy, and special like Jerry’s kids. Just in case you wanted to know. I think we should use these words as much as
possible in today’s day and age full of ugliness at every turn. Ukraine, Uganda, Russia, Arizona….all
hate.
I am extremely concerned about the status of women in the
world. We are making so much progress
but the tendency in the world is to find faults in ourselves and others before
beauty. It needs to change. We need to find a way to pull from our depths
and find beauty and we need to talk about it so others find beauty. I was in a store one day and was taken aback
by a 70 year old woman's perfection and I told her so. Her world spun around and she didn’t know
what to do. I just wanted her to know I thought
her beautiful. I do it all the
time. I will check out with a cashier in
a grocery store and they will catch me staring and with my head turned much
like a puppy being questioned I will say, “My god you are beautiful, I hope you
know that”. I can come close to tears
for what I feel for the people I am saying it to because you can tell they are
overwhelmed by my words. And they
shouldn’t be. We should be expressing
this stuff MORE. Bring people up, not
down.
There is one thing about this that I don’t understand. Why are compliments shrugged off? Why don’t we take them in and fill ourselves
with them, even when we give them to ourselves?
I know I am a bad with this too.
People compliment me and I brush them aside as if they are unbelievable,
couldn’t possibly be true. I am going to
start saying, “aww thanks” and receive that belly full of goodness in.
I have to ask, people who are cute, pocket sized
people. The under 5’5”ers who have great
little figures, beautiful smiles etc.
Why is it when we say “God you are so cute?” do you find that
insulting? I know all your lives you
have gotten “cute” due to the pocket sizeness of you but is it not still a
compliment that says, “you are adorable, beautiful, pretty, and…..pocket sized”. It’s easier to say “cute” for us. Just saying.
A compliment is a compliment, do NOT find the negative in any
compliment. Find the positive, go for
the positive, make it positive.
Hey you, ya you, you are cute as hell!
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