So here I am in the airport and there are car seats and extra luggage and children w/back packs and games and dolls and – you get the picture. Getting myself through security these days is enough to whack out my attitude. I can’t imagine what you do when you are attempting to move 2 or 4 little ones through – that‘s a question for the Weekend Attitude Adjustment Community – what do you do? How do you keep your attitude positive when moving children through the security gates at the airport?
For the next few moments I remembered and reminded my husband about the blocks of ice we have experienced in our life.
Life seems to have been so serious lately and rightfully so. There are many serious issues requiring attention. And yet, perhaps because summer has begun, I find myself yearning for fun, laughter and plain ole’ silliness.
I found myself thinking this past week about how often we tend to focus on our problems, not necessarily the solutions. It seems that we spend more energy talking about our problems than actually doing anything to rid ourselves of them. I mean really, sometimes it as though our problems become a part of our identity. Who would I be if not for my problems?
Last week, while I was on a business trip to Chicago I rented a car from my friends at Avis. I, put my luggage in the trunk, adjusted the mirrors and before I shifted into drive I looked at the dashboard. I saw in bright neon green numbers and letters the following message – “399 miles to Empty”.
For example, calling someone a “cook” can be considered an evaluation according to Rosenburg. The following stanza from a poem by Ruth Bebermeyer explains it this way,
“I’ve looked as hard as I can look
but never ever seen a cook;
I saw a person who combined
ingredients on which we dined,
A person who turned on the heat
and watched the stove that cooked the meat –
I saw those things but not a cook. Tell me, when you’re looking,
Is it a cook you see or is it someone doing things that we call cooking?”
One year we had 3 – (always a magic number), 3 graduations in the same weekend in two different parts of the country, both requiring travel. And during our struggle to determine how we would financially and physically be able to attend each one I began to consider the significance of each of these events.
Isn’t that what love is – the key ingredient to miracles? Isn’t it love that drives you to want to leap tall buildings in a single bound? Where can you show love this weekend? Can you allow it to overflow into next week? How will your actions show your intention of love? Will your attention to others and their needs define your purpose?
What if you woke up every morning with passionate curiosity? Can you imagine the things you might discover? What new things might you learn if you allowed yourself to be open to new perspectives?
Find a reason to celebrate “the green” this weekend. Will it be using green frosting on those home baked cupcakes? How about a walk in the park? Maybe you will be spending some green, perhaps on a salad filled with lot’s “o’leafy greens”. You could make a lunch date with that friend you keep meaning to call.