My husband frequently tells me that I lack the self-survival gene. I prefer to think of it as channeling my inner Lucy, as in the famous redhead. Today, windy like a Wizard of Oz kind of day, I decided to repurpose some furniture (channeling my inner Joanna – HGTV, as well) with spray paint in the wind. Yes, I know. Not the smartest thing to do. But, I needed the bookcase!
The story continues. I dressed up! In my cute clothes. Jeweled flip-flops and all. As I headed outside to paint beside the field that was just disturbed due to the planting of corn, there it was – a snake the size of a crocodile! I am pretty certain he was looking at me with lust in his eyes, and I think I saw him smiling as he licked his chops. I had just become dinner!
I ran inside to get my husband who began to lecture me for wearing flip-flops outside and my good clothes to paint in the wind. Yea! Yea! Can we get back to the point? There is a snake outside and I am trying to paint!
What did he do? He went outside and moved the furniture that I was painting away from the snake! He then proceeded to tell me to go inside and put on more appropriate clothes to include shoes that covered my feet in case the snake wanted to bite my pretty little toes! Ugh. Shaking my head.
I complied with his request and changed my clothes. I returned to paint with the eyes in the back of my head wide open and on high alert. After painting for a few minutes, I noticed that my rings were still on and my hands were white and my fresh new french tip nails were well….a nice new shade. Hubby to the rescue. He offered me some gloves. Manly gloves that were way too big. The tips of the fingers were flopping around. No thank you!
Can you picture this happening on “I Love Lucy?” Without even trying, this happens more often than not. I keep life interesting! Perhaps there is some truth to the “missing self-survival gene” theory. Either way, there never seems to be a dull moment. I am my own sitcom. And yes, I laugh at myself…A LOT. This was not always the case.
I used to take myself and life in general way too seriously. I recently gave up my pursuit of perfection and instead now pursue progress as my measure of success. I freed myself from the foolish and harsh expectations that I had previously placed on myself. I had not realized that I was robbing myself of the joys of the moment that I was in by fretting over other moments: previous moments, future moments, what-if moments. Examples would be questioning how I had handled a conversation, hanging onto to anger, resentment or hurt feelings over situations that had already occurred, or thinking about situations to come. If you have ever started composing an answer to someone while they are talking, you have effectively removed yourself from being present in the moment. As I pursue progress – as I work on me – I have started posing an accountability question to myself frequently throughout the day. I ask myself, “Are you present in this very moment?” This has proven in a very short time to be most effective at redirecting my focus.
Today was a success. Today I noticed the snake before it devoured me. It is a real thing. I have actually caught myself at times arriving at a destination that I was driving to and not recalling the journey in between. Wow. That is not even with the distraction of a cell phone. That is simply with the distraction of my own mind. Can you relate?
Spray paint in the wind. Paint in your good clothes. Run from a snake. Laugh at yourself.
Be the star of each episode of your life.
Be present in this very moment of your life.
Until next time,