Never met a half full glass that didn’t belong to me. Those half empty ones are not on my table…well, most of time anyway.
If you visit with me often, you know that perception is a major player here. Each of us can twist the kaleidoscope by emotion. The facets of the prism change. One persons ho-hum turns to another’s oh-no.
Bordering on half empty is the flashing blue light in the rear view mirror of my ’99 Buick granny-mobile. The important back story is that I am the single most annoying slow driver in this state, never giving myself the 5 mile over leeway. The speedometer needle is right on the mark.
Bob and I complain about the 55 to 65 mph drivers that stir the dust on our 30 mph country road. Recently added intersection double roundabouts have added to the number of cars breaking the law on my turf.
And now? Now I am among that number thanks to a very efficient and friendly Platte County Sheriff Officer who forgot the first rule of efficient and friendly treatment of old women in granny-mobiles…the warning ticket. This citation is the real deal. I can never say never again.
Carpe Diem still possible? It is.
A Man I Know, unemployed for over a year, phoned to say that the first day on the new job was great. Why? Because every worker seemed to have a work ethic that got the job done with care and efficiency…no slackers, no one hiding from work. Rather, this was a group of blue-collar men doing this job without complaint. That glass is brim full.
Not a total vegetarian, I tend to avoid meat if possible. Yesterday, seizing the day required eating a hamburger simply because a gentle old man handed me this gift of his generosity, saying “No mustard. No catsup. Didn’t know what you like.” Thank you, Jake.
Finally, my prism includes Missy, an email correspondent. We connected through a mutual friend and I shared information requested. The generosity of her response reminded me of important issues.
We, women, need/treasure one another. We slip in those moments of grace in the 1,000 ways we seize each day, Carpe Diem. When we take the time, develop the trust, share illumination through our stories we validate the ordinary to an extraordinary level. Thank you, Missy.
The facets of my prism are pretty amazing.