I lost a pair of sunglasses last summer.
While that might not seem newsworthy, the deal is this: I don't usually like sunglasses. The way they sit on the bridge of my nose often gives me a headache and so I don't wear them.
Last May, I found a pair I liked that didn't cause headaches. I loved those sunglasses and I wore them on vacation. Shortly after we returned, I lost them.
Sure, I could have gone out and bought another pair, but I was positive they would turn up.
Summer went to fall, fall gave way to winter, and now as we get closer to spring and the sun is shining more brightly, I became aware once again that I didn't have my sunglasses. For whatever reason, I refused to go out and buy another pair. I even asked my daughter if she had an extra pair that I could borrow.
And then it happened.
Yesterday I went through some purses before I took them to my mom's store, The Shepherd's Frock. It's like a goodwill but on a small town level. They are a non-profit organization that grants money to area groups each year.
But I digress. Anyway, as I was going through the purses, I found my sunglasses!! I was so excited, and it definitely taught me a lesson in patience. Who knew that I could wait almost eight months and come out victorious?!
As much as I usually embrace getting out of my comfort zone, there are times when I become a little hesitant.
Last night my husband and I were given the opportunity to see Newsies, a touring Broadway musical. Although I was looking forward to going out on a date, I got apprehensive about a couple of things.
First, I wasn't sure what to wear. It's been so long since I've been to the Orpheum Theater in Omaha that I started this internal debate with myself as to what would be appropriate. I wanted to wear leggings, but I didn't think it would be nice enough. I wasn't really in the mood to wear a dress but felt like I should. I knew I didn't want to wear dress pants.
Ugh! I didn't need that kind of stress. Seriously, if I was going to a hockey game (much more my style), I would throw on my team apparel, either jeans or leggings with boots, and I would have been good to go.
The second apprehensive moment came from the event itself. I am not into musicals, not even one bit. I find them to be way over the top and overacted.
However, I put on my big girl pants (or in this case my dress) and off we went. As you can probably guess, we had a fabulous evening. I should have never stressed out over what to wear, because there was such a variety. Even though there was still overacting, the choreography and music were pretty awesome. The best part, of course, was that Jack and I got out to do something different.
I realized once again that I need to get out of my comfort zone more often to try new and different activities. This was just the beginning.
Last weekend the seductress got me back into her confines. I looked wildly around wanting to buy everything in sight. Her long, slender fingers beckoned me to look over here and then over there.
First it was a cute dress that I could wear to school, then it was workout clothes that were on clearance, then it was scarves (also on clearance), then it was a cute new bag, and then...
The list could go on and on.
I was at Target.
I love Target. Every time I'm there, I want to buy things. Things that I think I need. Things that are actually wants but are disguised as needs. You know what I'm talking about.
I couldn't figure out why I had such an itch to purchase everything that I even remotely thought should go home with me, and then it hit me. I don't think I've been at a Target since December.
I discovered that as long as I didn't go there, then I obviously wasn't tempted to buy anything. I didn't put myself in a position to be tempted. However, the minute I walked in and started looking around, I wanted to buy. Even though I resisted it and walked out empty-handed, it was so hard.
It was a victory but a shaky one at that.
I'm not a full-fledged feminist. While I believe that men and women should have equal rights when it comes to pay for the same job, there are some areas where I admittedly waffle. I'm not a purist. I don't see feminism as a black and white issue but rather one with all kinds of gray matter. And in that vein, I know that I'm viewed as a hypocrite.
There are just some areas where I like being appreciated for being a woman when it comes to good manners, and I witnessed that twice today at the gym where I work out. One was when I went to fill up my water bottle. I was heading to the fountain at the same time as one of the guys. He stepped back and said, "Ladies first."
Now I know true feminists would be appalled by this gesture. Whoever gets to the fountain first, gets a drink first. Or, I should have said, "Guys first."
The second happened as I was leaving. A guy was using his fob to get in the outer door and I was coming through the inner door. I hesitated to let him come through and when he saw me, he stepped back to let me come through instead. No words were uttered. I simply took him up on the kind gesture.
See, that's how I view the two incidents that I experienced today, kind gestures. I didn't look at them as feminism vs. masculism. I looked at them as good manners or being polite. I guess I was raised to believe that men should show some reverence toward women, which is completely different than putting a woman on a pedestal or treating her like a trophy. But good manners, there's just no substitute for them.
Maybe. Maybe not.
This month I signed up to do the monthly writing challenge on 750words.com. You sign a "contract" to write 750 words everyday. If you make it, you reward yourself and you get put on the website's hall of fame. If you don't make it, then you do something as a consequence and get put on the website's hall of shame.
I got off to a fabulous start. I wrote for nine days in a row. Then Wednesday happened and I decided to watch comedies on TV with my husband. Then Thursday happened and I didn't get home until 7:30 and my mind was fried. The Friday happened and I decided to read rather than write.
Did I derail? Maybe.
To the purist, yes I did. I said I was going to write everyday for the month and I didn't do it. Therefore, I failed.
But maybe not.
Here it is Saturday, and I'm back to writing. I will admit that one of the nights I just complete forgot about writing, but the other two nights I made a conscious decision to do something else instead.
I think we get too stuck on the rigidity of a goal. And, I know I do the same thing. I go all in. However, the danger of doing this is that when we get off track then we give up. It's like we've fallen and we don't get back up. We lie there looking up and wonder, "Why bother?" That's the easiest way to cop out.
I look at it this way. I won't make my writing goal this month, but that doesn't mean that I should just not write for the rest of the month. Instead, I can make the choice to get back on track again, and that's exactly what I'm doing.
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.