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)
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.
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.
There’s a group of caterers setting up for a University of Calgary Seminar for First Year Law Students. When I Hit the Kitchen, I Realize I’ve Hardly Ever Heard Such Happy Chatter. Reveling in the Last Wedding in Canmore. The Old Mine being the Venue. How Beautiful the Bride was. How the Rain Stopped Miraculously. One Server is Talking about her Diploma Course in Supply Management she’s Completing. Another her Darling Daughter. I’m Warmed by the Rapport between Them.
Then I watch Their Boss. His Eyes are Kind. He Smiles Wide and Genuine. He Describes Each Canape on His Menu with Excitement. His Passion for His Craft is So Evident in His Demeanor. He Engages with His Staff with True Interest. He Stops in the Chaos to Offer Support and Encouragement. Even before I met the staff, his words were “You’re going to love my staff. Every one of them is great!”
He’s a True Leader. He’s Kind. Empathetic. Energetic. Self Sacrificing. Encouraging. His Staff Glow with Their Love for their Job.
Once Again, a Lesson is Learned. Bosses Set the Tone. Like Attracts Like.
We All are Leaders in One Way or Another. Unless You Live Under a Rock. We All are in a Place of Inspiring Others. We All are Either Helping or Hindering the Journey of Others.
Thanks, Catering Boss From Food Works. You’re My Hero Today.
Nothing Left to Natural is Better. Weeds Take Over. Rodents and Varmints Invade. Helter Skelter is Never a Good Look. The Mind is No Different. The Mind in its Natural State is Messy. Weeds Grow Quickly. Those Little Foxes Move in Quick.
Every Day it’s a Beautiful Thing to Tend to Our Minds. Clear the Weeds of Doubt, Fear and Worry. Plant those Beautiful Flowers of Faith, Hope and Gratitude. Take a Few Steps Back from this Precious Garden and Survey the Condition of Your Mind. Is it Neat and In Order? Is there a Clear Purpose and Direction of Thought? Does it Radiate Purpose? Is Your Mind a Place that were it Physical, would you want to Leisurely Sip Tea? Would there be a Beautiful Fragrance to Enjoy of Love, Joy and Peace? Or would you have to Clear a Spot on the Forsaken Bench of Resentment, Anger and Fear?
I’ve Learned to Love to Tend to My Garden. I Stretch My Heart’s Limbs Up to the Warmth of God’s Love Every Day. I feel His Sun on my Face. His Kindness makes me Excited for the Day’s Adventures. To Allow Him to Once Again Woo My Heart with His Precious Miracles Meant Just for Me in Every Day.
For Some, they may see the Dirt on My Knees and Under my Fingernails. They may see Labour. But if they Come Close and Join Me in the Garden of My Heart, I want my Guests to have Something to Enjoy. A Little Rest Spot. A little Sweet Fragrance. A touch of Beauty.
For me, Natural is Certainly Not Better. I know the Inclinations of My Natural Heart. So I will Treasure the Labour. For I am the Greatest Benefactor of what Grows There. Or Alternatively, the Great Sufferer.
My Filter can Get Pretty Dirty Real Quick. And it Makes Sense. If the Dust Storm of Doubt comes Rolling Through, it Can Clog Your Filter Almost Instantaneously. Some Storms are Pretty Fierce and Can Hit Out of the Blue. One Moment You’re Walking on Air in a MultiColoured Fairy Land of Optimism and Hope. Then a Phone Call. A Text. A DejaVu Memory. The Clouds Roll In. The Wind Starts Kicking Up Dust and Pretty Soon the Windshield Wipers of Prayer and the Water of His Word is Needed. There’s Always an Antedote. Let’s Not See our Lives as the Colour of Brown when it’s Just the Dust on Your Glasses. Nothing Changed. Your Unicorn Land of Dreams is Still as It is. Maybe a Storm Went Through and Things are Repositioned. But it’s Still Unicorn Land My Friends. There’s Still Magic. There’s Crazy Opportunities to Explore. Unopened Doors to the Coolest Paradises to Be Discovered.
Don’t Let Some Silly Little Brown Particles of Doubt Keep You From Seeing Beauty…It’s Just a Little Dirt on the Filter Honey.
Not Everyday is Stellar. I don’t Mean That because Things Go Wrong Some Days. Some of our Best Days just don’t Feel Good. Our Attitude is Off. Our Brains are Dehydrated. The Cat Missed the Litter Box Again. Simple Things can Set Up our Thoughts for the Grumblies. Then other Days it’s Polar Opposite. Today to Be Truthful I’m Feeling Sick. I’m Achy and Painy. My Brain is threatening another CSF Leak. But Honestly, My Heart Might Just Float Away if it Wasn’t Tethered. I feel H.A.P.P.Y….I feel positively Happy.
Life is so Crazy. It’s a Multicolored Roller Coaster. Some days there’s a Dark Tunnel. Some Days it’s the Spin Wheel. Upside Down and Backwards. I Want to Learn to Munch Nonchalantly on my Multi Colored Cotton Candy in the Tunnels. Because Pretty Soon, it’s out in that Crazy Wonderful Summer Air. The Awesome Spin Wheel Section. The Gut Twisting Smile Enducing Heights and Extremes of Joy.
Life, I Love You. You Crazy Wonder.
xo to all My Crazy Lovin Cotton Candy Nonchalant Tunnel Riders. You’re my Favorites. You know Who you Are.
My Feet Hurt. And So My Brain is On Strike. So I’m Cabbing It Home. Maybe I’ll Get a Serenade of a Old Haitian Hymn like Last Time by my Cabbie. I will Put My Sweats On. And I Will Banish These Dang Shoes to the Never Again To Work Pile.
Love From Blistey Blisterson. Hobbie Hobbleson. Cranky Crankerson.
Every Day we Either Sail or Take on Water. Staying Still will Always Swamp the Boat. Most of Us are Pretty Low Riders. Our Boats are Pretty Cargoed Up.
Burdens, Responsibilities. All Good Things. But Unless we are Purposeful and Making Progress, Those Waves are Coming On Over the Bow.
So How Do we Keep the Sputtering and the Stalling to a Minimal? How do we keep the Clean Fuel Burning and Engines Firing Steadily? For Me, Clean Fuel is Courage. The Greatest Engine Oil is Hope. Gratitude.
Some Resent the Burdens Laid Upon Their Ship. And Yes, Too Much is Too Much. But the Boats with Heavy Burdens are the Most Stable in Stormy Seas. When there’s Not Enough Cargo, too much of Our Hull above the Water Line. We become Top Heavy and Easily Capsizable.
Allow Your Burdens to Hunker You Down on the Sea of Life. There’s Safety in Our Burdens. And Plus, the Captain Trusts You with Your Precious Cargo. And we Have the BEST Captain. Our Burdens are Our Privileges. Our Responsibilities are Precious.
I feel we should be able to describe in a few sentences our Life’s Objective. When the Dust Settles Over our Finished Lives, what will our Lives Accomplished? The Ripple Effect of our Lives we Cannot Deny. Whether it has been One of Good or Not So Good is the Only Variable in Our Control.
So Here’s Mine…
The First Draft Anyway…
I want to Walk Gently. Love Fiercely. Be a Lifelong Learner. Open Minded. Not Bitter. Always Grateful. Ever Hopeful. To Smile Always. Cry when Necessary. Embrace Change. Pure in My Thoughts Towards Others. Courageous.
Most of these Characteristics are States of Being. Because if we aren’t these things, our Accomplishments Don’t Matter.
Accomplishments come to those who first have learned….
Here’s To Being!
Let me know your Life Objective! Can’t Wait to Hear!!