“We are grateful for these and all blessings”
It’s an old
family dinner grace, and one I adopted as Daughter was old enough to join us at
the table. It is an expression of gratitude, without specifying to whom or
what. That’s open to interpretation or debate. The gratitude is much simpler.
“What will you do with your one perfect life?”
A beautiful,
life-affirming throw-away line from Letters
to Juliet. I want to get it as a wall quote. You have one life, this life.
What will you do with it? What if it is, in fact, perfect?
“Don’t be afraid to be the one who loves more.”
Advice from an
older couple. And I’m trying. And it’s hard. Terrifying. Nerve-wracking.
Doubt-inducing. Exactly.
And it’s not just
about a romantic partner. As if that weren’t hard enough. Parents. Children.
Coworkers. Caregivers. Police officers. Store clerks. Exes. The guy who cut me
off on I-40 on my way to an important meeting this morning.
What if someone hurts me?
Love more
What if someone takes advantage of
me?
Love more
What if someone makes fun of me?
Love more
What if someone is angry with me?
Love more
Because I think it may all boil down to
this. Why do we want money? Power? Things? To protect ourselves. To protect our
families. Because we are afraid. But what if everyone approached life through a
different lens? Love.
You
are imperfect. Love yourself anyway. Because you are worthy.
Love yourself.
To
thine own self be true
And it
must follow
As the
night the day
Thou
canst not then be false to any man
Because it’s not about *them*. It’s about *you*.
At the end of the day, as you lay your head on your pillow and close your eyes,
*you’re* the one who has to live with *you*. And at the end of it all, in the
moment that you die, it’s all, always, been about *you*. And how you have lived
your one perfect life. For the better? For the worse? And of course other
people affect you. They affect us every day. The drug dealer racing from the
police. And of course other things affect us. Cancer. Heart attack. Earthquake.
Fire. It. Is. Still. Your. Choice.
Will you rage? It’s okay, you’re allowed.
Will you quit? Completely understandable. Will you get hard? Withdraw? You can,
you might. But…will you stay that way? Or will you, maybe, possibly, choose to
Love. More.
Several years ago, I worked with a young
couple, and though I enjoyed their company, and I thought the two of them were
very much in love, it bothered me how much they bickered and picked at each
other. My grandparents were the same way, and as a young child, it bothered me
even then, although I believed they loved each other too. This same young
couple, however, also approached the world from a very particular mindset: how
much can we *get* from anyone. They were, in turn, very generous in many ways, such
as opening their home to friends, hosting frequent parties and casual dinners.
But there was such a strong undercurrent of “I scratch your back a little to
see how much you’ll scratch mine.” And in our business dealings, this took on
an even more mercenary edge. A sense of “They owe me!” An angry edge. It always
made me uncomfortable, and eventually (for this and many other reasons), we
parted ways.
In the aftermath, which was also the
aftermath of huge changes in my personal life, I have worked to embrace a more
positive approach to life. Sure, I get angry. Depressed. But I make conscious
efforts not to dive into the negative. I used to have a lot of “road rage”, and
while I occasionally regress, I usually try to let people pass, wishing them
safe passage on their journey, as I want safe passage on mine.
Sometimes, the negative is too much for me
to easily overcome, and I have to float for awhile, as I have this past week in
the aftermath of a friend’s unexpected death, as I’ve shared in the past few
blog posts. I have said before, I am a water baby, and much of my personal
imagery involves water, such as floating. I often think of depression in
particular, but I’ll say all of the negative energy and emotion in my life, as
an ocean, and I have carefully constructed a dam to hold it back. Sometimes it
threatens to break the dam, and again, I have to float, rise above, hold on,
wait it out. Let the waters recede enough for me to regain balance, control. My
positive outlook and approach to life.
Because there’s a lot of negative out
there. And we all have to choose how we live our one perfect life. I choose,
again and again, I choose to live it with love.
If you’re still reading, bearing with me,
you may be thinking, hey, isn’t this supposed to be a prompt-writing site? Um,
isn’t it supposed to be daily?
Yes, and yes. At the end of July, I
intended to step back from my daily writing to the prompts, and to focus on
finishing the complete draft of my first novel. I also planned to build out
some of the prompt-writing resources here on WritersSpark.com. And so I shall.
I think I’ve sufficiently written to today’s
prompt. I might be almost ready to leave journaling and return to writing
speculative fiction. Or, perhaps, they are one and the same.
Namaste
I’ve heard many translations. Here’s one I love: The light of the
universe that shines within me recognizes the light of the universe that shines
within you.
Dogs
in House
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Houdini
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Time
writing
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~90 minutes
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August
word count
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3,164
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I am so sorry about the loss of your friend, Margaret. I've not been on Linkedin lately, and missed post. We are truly blessed to live each day; we never know what will happen tomorrow. Sending much love, Nance
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