Imagine

From time to time, I’m going to answer questions from a Life Makeover workbook, I came across recently. Today’s writing assignment. IMAGINE that you could spend an entire day being a child again, without any responsibilities or worries. What would you do?

I would play. I would run and skip and dance. Put on a colorful skirt and spin in circles until I fell down laughing. I wouldn’t spend one moment inside. I’d roll down hills, climb trees and swing so high that my feet would reach the clouds.  It’s not that you don’t care what people think at that age, it’s even better.  You are completely unaware that  judgement even exists! Blissfully innocent….

Peace, Love and Understanding

I love old things.  99 percent of my home and my wardrobe has been purchased from flea markets, thrift stores and auctions. Thankfully T. has the same obsession so our weekends are often spent digging through piles of someones discarded things looking for the inevitable treasures. We have collected a lot of paintings, many just left by the roadside for the trash man to take away. I can’t display them all but we have a closet full. I like to bring them out and switch them around when the mood strikes me. I pulled this one out today. I got it at thrift store years ago and have always loved it. It’s entitled flower child and signed Thomas Smiley 1977.  The back has a poem written by Thomas. It captures the disillusionment of the era. I wonder if Thomas gave up completely on the dreams of  a world changed through peace  and love.  I wonder if while sitting in his office wearing a suit and tie if he still feels a sense of loss. I wonder if his children knew that he was once a flower child…

Here is a small excerpt from the poem that is written on the back:

Flower Child – Thomas Smiley 1977

I can explain the life and style
of the long-gone flower child:
He had dreamed of the way
it could have been some day,
but the dream was not a lode star;
he saw things as they are.

Warts and All

T. often cautions me not to tell everyone everything about me. It’s his protective nature. He doesn’t want anyone to have reason to think badly about me. Hey, neither do I. I want everyone to adore me ❤ but the key word is me, the authentic me. Like every other human being I share this earth with, I am a work in progress. My flaws are as much a part of me as my understated charm. But in reality I do have an “image” that I need to protect as a new business owner. Fuck. (yes, I say that often) So I’m starting this blog so I can get these thoughts out of my head and not worry about who may be listening. I’m not even sure if I’ll share it or not. Oh who am I kidding, I probably will. I’m sure someday I will write something that I think someone out there will relate too and I’ll put it out there so that they can give me a pat on the back and say “Dear Anonymous Blogger, You are brilliant, funny, real and oh so lovable”