Adding Value VS. Mattering

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We can Worry About Mattering.  Do we Matter to People?  Do they Care? Are we Important to them?

The Better Question is “Do you Bring Value?”  Because if you Do, You Will Matter.

We will Only Matter to Those who we Bring Value to.  And Value is Measured by one’s own Priorities and Inner Moral Compass.

So I could Matter for all the Wrong Reasons.  Depending on the Priorities of Another.

So My Concern is Not to Matter.  But to Add Value Based on My Moral Code and Noone Else’s.

So What do I Value?

Authenticity.  Kindness.  Joy.  Encouragement.  Love.  Listening Ears. Introspection. An Open Mind and Heart.

So with This List I Enter Life Each Day.

To Bring Value to Others.  In Turn, I will Matter to Those who Share the Same Values.

Thanks to all my Valuable Friends who Matter to Me.

xoxo

 

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Heart Goals..

 

I sent this picture to a few of my favourite people.  I said, ” what I want my heart to look like”.  I found it SO interesting that that was my first thought when I looked at that picture.  So my next question was, “What is it that you see when you look at this picture?”  So from what I can see, here it is…

  • nothing is for show.  someone entered the kitchen and took a picture because the sun rays were beaming in.  the moment of stillness caught on film in a fraction of time.  the brita drink container in its useful ugliness wasn’t even put away for a better shot.
  • it’s not fancy.  nobody has tried to capture the perfection of pinterest in this kitchen. the drawers are melamine.  the fabric under the sink is from a discount booth at a Walmart. but, in my heart,  no “perfectly put together” and Italian marble could capture the essence of this kitchen.
  • all the things I love and matter to me are in this kitchen.  sun rays.  warmth.  love of nature. comfort.  sustenance.  humility.  beauty.  safety. functionality. ease. and most of all, AUTHENTICITY. there’s also a beautiful aged chandelier adding a touch of glamour to the room.

 

So Yes, I want my heart to look like this kitchen on a summers day.  The window is thrown open.  Cats bask on the window sill.  There’s onions ripening for a family dinner on the counter top.  The unpretentious  brita jug is in plain view.  There’s a touch of glamour in the chandelier adding a touch of celebration to its function. a little indescript clock is marking time.

There’s a chair waiting in the dining nook for you, my friend.

Let’s Share this life Together.

I love you all.

xoxo

The Power of a Day Dream

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Currently, I’m Listening to a Little Kenny G.  Working His Magic on the Sax.  I Close My Eyes.  It Transports Me to a Darkened Lounge with Small Dining Room Table Lights in Boston, Mass .  Crisp White Starched Napkins.  Dark Suits.  Pearls.  Red Nail Polish.  Snow Gently Falling.  I Exhale Slowly.  I Feel Rejuvenated.  Refreshed.

My Belly is Stirred as the Next Song Emanates From My Computer.  A Soulful Rendition of “I’m Falling For You”…A Summer Porch.  A Glass of Lemonade.  The Poplars Dancing their Shadows Across My Feet in a Hammock.  The Sounds of Children Playing in the Lake.  My Shoulders still Radiating the Sun from an Afternoon Boat Ride.  Summer Romance.  New Love.  Old Love.  Puppy Love.  Tried and True Love.

“Sans Regrets” Starts to Play.  In my Mind’s Eye,  I’ve Cracked a Window in My Kitchen.  The Warm Damp Air of Spring Wafts in.  Bleach permeates the air.  Saturday Morning Cleaning has Begun.  I can Hear the First Lawnmower of the Year Start Up.  Little Spring Buds are Forming on the Tree Outside my Window.  Anticipation of Summer Fun is Felt in the Air.

So Grateful for DayDreams and the Power of Music to Take Us on Little Meanderings Through Life’s Gifts.

Love You All.

xoxo

The Emperor Has No Clothes

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Be Brave Enough To Admit It.  We all live Scenarios where we are Nodding Our Praise.  Saying What Others Say.  Pretending to Understand When We Don’t.

Enough.

I Dare You.

Say It.  Challenge It.

If there’s Substance.  If there’s Truth.  It Can Stand Up to Questioning.

So Be Brave.  Ask the Questions.  The Truth Awaits.  And Trust Me, Truth is a Beautiful Thing.  Complex.  Rare.  Luxurious.  A Treasure.

Because Maybe YOUR Emperor Has No Clothes.

But there is One who Is Clothed in Purple.  Fine Linen.  Willing to Share Treasure With You.

xoxo

Can I Have Your Name Please?

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The Dreaded Question.  My Name is Long.  Convoluted.  Some would Say Pretty.  I’ve Come to Terms with It.  It is French, After All.  I Adore All Things French.

So the Spelling…Jeannine….is Tricky for Even the Brilliant.

Starbucks can be Tricky.

“Can I have your name please?”  …”Sure…it’s Jeannine..”…

The Barista stares without comprehending for a moment at the screen trying to imagine the spelling.  The inevitable question becomes, “Can you spell that?”.  “okay, so J….”…”G?”…”No, J…”.  And So It Begins.

Sometimes I just say “Janine.”  That seems easier.

Today I had an Epiphany.

I, on a whim, decided to say “Susan.”  It was Brilliant.  No Questions Asked.  No Spelling Needed.  Win!  I Felt a Giggle well up in my tummy.  Humour on Monday Morning.  Win!  A Chance to Practice My Memory Skills by having to Actively Listen for “Susan” and responding in kind instead of Just Crickets as the barista stares and motions with the drink.  You know, the “two pump” I call it.  The double nod and the double fist pump as they try to entice you out of your reverie and forward to grab the drink you ordered. WIN!!

So today, it’s Susan.  Tomorrow it’ll be Chris.  If they ask me if its a C or a K…that’s still easier than…”there’s two n’s in the middle?”…”oh so like Jean-nine…!!”…

Yep, thanks Parents…love you so much, but honestly the name is a pain in the pahoukie (behind in Hawaiian)

Love you, Happy Monday!

Susan

 

Thank You, Happy Whistler

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Walking through the atrium to work yesterday, a Beautifully Dressed Man Broadly Smiled at Me.  Touched To My Core by Its Genuine, I Smiled Back.  Walking a Few Steps Away, I heard him start to Cheerfully Whistle a Contemporary Hymn.  It Reverberated off the Granite Walls of the Atrium.  My Eyes Filled with Happy Tears as My Steps Slowed. My Heart Melted.

The Hymn my Children used to Sing when they were Little at Assemblies …

“Bless the Lord, Oh My Soul…Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…Sing Like Never Before, Oh My Soul, Worship His Holy Name…

I Stayed with my Back to Him,  My Footsteps had Stopped.  There was a Moment of Stillness in that Atrium. I will Remember That Moment til My Last Breath.  I Don’t Know Who He is, But He Has My Honour.  My Respect.  My Gratitude.

I Felt Touched By an Angel…in a Beautifully Tailored Suit and a Broad Grin.

Happy Whistling..

xoxo

Distraction Works

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I slept Like a Log last Night.  Unable to Shower, I Decided to Distract Unfortunate Passersby from my Bed Head with a Loud Skirt.  Long.  Puffy.  Color Blocked.

The Cabbie Liked It.  A Gentleman with a Cane as I Hurried My Just Sprung Out of Bed Behind into Banker’s Hall Liked it.  Beautifully Tailored Suited Men Liked It.  A little Girl in a Red Jacket Liked it. My Boss was Speechless Over It.

Let’s Just Say it Was a Hit.

So Lesson Learned.  Big Bold Fashion Statements when the Hair is More Than Usual Disheveled and the Sleep is Still Being Wiped From Your Eyes.

Love Y’all.  You’re One More Fashion Tip Overloaded.

xoxo