Sunday morning is coming down in glorious technicolor and here I sit in my ugly brown box like a truant confined for bad behavior. I’m waiting for someone to rescue me but there’s not a soul in sight. I’d better figure out how to escape before it’s too late. I’m declaring this “Think outside the box day.”
This post is my attempt to motivate myself to break out of my “box” and stop allowing my life to be stolen away by boredom, lethargy and complacency. These demons slipped in this week when I allowed my naughty self take the podium. “Whats the point of continuing to chase my dreams when time is running out?” she whined in the most pitiful nasal voice. She went on and on with stuff like that. I was totally depressed and defeated until my old friend Pam Jones entered stage left. We go way back but haven’t really reconnected since she moved back to Mississippi.
Pam is one of those delightful people who has never considered giving up despite being blindsided from time to time.. Fearless describes her. From right stage entered Roberta Martin, a friend from way back who moved back to Mississippi less than a month ago. Her attitude mirrored Pams and suddenly my better self made an adjustment in its trajectory.
We spent Friday planning a party and dashed out to The Dollar Tree to come up with all kinds of things to use as decorations,serving pieces and party favors. Talk about thinking out of the box! I haven’t had such fun since I was five. The Dollar Tree is an adult version of Woolworth’s where my mother took me when I was a toddler. We were so poor I never even knew you could buy any of that stuff. I thought of it as a museum.
But back to Pam and Roberta who made the first slit in my “box”. Pam is a dynamo who doesn’t know the meaning of statements like “You can’t do that.” She goes from early morning to late in the day covering all her bases – checking on friends, planning parties, working out at the Wellness Center, gardening….She dances through life with a tempo which totally escaped me while was napping in my box.
Then, there is my friend Norma who is selling a beautiful home in the country to move to Old Waverly Golf Club where she will downsize considerably. She is pumped and ready to move on to the next phase. Another inspiration. They are all around if you don’t get stuffed so low in your box and cut off from the people who are out there to enrich our lives while they take care of their own..
I read somewhere that many of us are halfway wretched because we are leading half lives in a half-hearted way, with only a small portion of our minds actively engaged in the moment at hand.
I think I’ve probably had it all – but never at the same time. Now I want it all at the same time. Don’t we all? The older we get the more it is imperative that we think outside the box so find our own personal nirvana.. .