The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside us while we live.
My Friday Find was sitting on my desk. And has been since my birthday in late January. Flowers given to me that once were a lovely shade of cream tinged with dark rose. Flowers that, I’m sorry to admit, sat unnoticed for too long. Until today when I saw them out of the corner of my eye…still sitting in water with perfectly-formed blossoms dried to the point of brittleness….but not quite dead enough for the petals to fall off. And I thought that might describe all of us at times. We look in-tact, but are really so brittle and fragile that it wouldn’t take much for us to crumble.
Is death the ultimate tragedy? I don’t think so. I believe the ultimate tragedy is when we allow ourselves to become too busy, too tired, too angry, too broken to realize the potential in our life. We allow ourselves to die a little each time we let go of a dream or goal because of circumstance.
So how do we keep from letting the tragedies of life kill us while we are still living?
With five attitude adjustments:
* Live like your life is a miracle; love passionately the opportunity to share it with others.
* Don’t always wish for something better; live with a heart of gratitude for what you have.
* Live optimistically instead of expecting the worst (yes, I have lots of trouble with this one too).
* Pray or meditate every day; walk away from internal negative energy and focus on joy.
In order to grow we have to acknowledge loss. In acknowledging loss, we feel pain. Through pain, we grow, we develop a sense of meaning. We are who we are by the experiences we survive. How we survive is our choice. No one can do our grieving for us, or for someone else. We usually grieve in the same way that we live.
And on that happy note, here are my Random Five:
1. Shortly after last week’s Random 5 Friday list, I received a call from The Investigator who is on maternity leave at home. Water was leaking from the laundry room into the ceiling in our lower family room. Water and ceiling tiles don’t really go together very well. In fact, ceiling tiles tend to completely disintegrate when saturated with water. And end up in a mushy mess on the floor. The reason? The washer overflowed and ran down the air vent into the ductwork. Yes, that’s exactly what I needed for a Friday morning an hour before going to Peanut’s Valentine’s Day party at school.
2. I accidentally washed my 10-year-old black leather gloves with a couple of coats. They were shoved in the pockets and I didn’t remember to remove them. Did you know, when washed, black leather will dye a pink Carhardt coat? Neither did I.
3. Twix is off the biliblanket!! WooHoo! She’s gaining weight and is now up above her birth weight. Sighs of relief all around.
4. The highlight of my day is when I get home and can hold Twix for a little while before Peanut and I head off to read bedtime stories. The world and all its troubles can
kiss my… just fade away…….
5. Even though I’m in advertising, I’m a sucker for all those creams that promise amazing skin results. I’ve tried them all, and think they all lie. I found a bottle of 100% pure almond oil in a drawer and have decided to use it as my primary moisturizer. Don’t have to worry about all those chemicals and other artificial ingredients. I have to say, my skin does feel a lot better. As for those lines and wrinkles……..time will tell.