Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Gratitude and Forgiveness

"I have learned silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind.  I should not be ungrateful to these teachers." - Kahlil Gibran

Apparently, part of the process of reclaiming one's life from a traumatic experience involves recalling anything positive you might have taken away from it. When I was given this advice, I remember thinking "What the....??!! The only thing I've gotten is a wasted decade and the desire to purchase a flame thrower!"

But then I got to thinking about the deeper meaning. Here's the thing: You can dwell all you want to on the bad things that somebody did to you yesterday, last week, last century....have you managed to turn the clock back yet? Or have you just managed to pick up where your abuser left off? I say, enough already!

Instead, why not be grateful for discovering how strong you can be? You have more compassion for others because you know what it feels like to be hurt. You are more open-minded because you have seen first-hand the stupidity of the closed mind. You have run the gauntlet of absurdity, sense of humor intact. So be grateful to the universe that these damaged people came into your life and turned you into a survivor....with a really good Bull$**t detector!


Wednesday, February 8, 2012

My Interior Designer

You wouldn't know it to look at me, but I live in the lap of luxury.  We refined people of taste and breeding know better than to brag, but for my vast crowd of admirers I am willing to bend the rules.

Yes, I have an interior designer, and let me tell you, darling, he is priceless!  His creativity is sheer genius.  Of course, he has been given artistic carte blanche.  What else could one do? 

Who knew that Captain America stickers would look so fantastic on the recliner, the kitchen wall, the carpet, and the dog? Or that the end table in the living room becomes a handy TV-viewing nook when flipped on its side? A few scribbles with a ballpoint pen add a personal touch to the computer monitor screensaver.  Couch cushions can become NASA ejection pods or a bridge across shark-infested waters. 

There is a trampoline in my bedroom.  Apparently it's been there the whole time.  Again, who knew?

An entire roll of Scotch tape is just what my bedroom door needed.  No refrigerator is complete unless one has attached a fully-functional mini basketball net.  Paper towels and toilet paper make great rugs.  This is cutting-edge stuff.

There is an intriguing sculpture underneath my oven.  I call it "Still Life with Froot Loops and Yellow Truck".

I dedicate this post to my brilliant grandson, the best designer I know. I love him and love seeing the world through his eyes. Don't ask to borrow him, ladies...he's mine!