Perspective - Will the real Lynn B please stand up?!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
The kids (pups) are in bed, as is my honey. The house is quiet except for the A/C coming on and blowing, the hum of the computer fan, the tick of the clock and the ice settling in my tea. Okay - so maybe the house isn't so quiet.
Or perhaps there is more than one reality/one perception.
I think this proves true when I see myself in the mirror.
Some days I see the body the insurance companies say is there - the one that is morbidly obese, a senior before 60, that a catastrophe might easily happen to at any given moment. The one for whom negative health patterns are not likely to change. Maybe I should just stay in bed and protect myself from anything bad happening.
OR my eyes are red from insomnia, too much time on the computer, and allergies I never had before. My hair and skin are dry like the desert I live in. My hair looks like its been in a bar fight and it lost. My muscles are sore from my workout the day or two before. I feel fat and bloated and nothing I put on feels like it fits. I feel distracted and spacey. My mind is unorganized and my good habits have deserted me temporarily.
I wrinkle my nose, squinting my eyes to change the focus. Maybe a long shower, scrub, and mind reset will turn things around.
Every once in a while, I pass a mirror and I glimpse my mother's face. Hi Mom.
Then there is the me I see in my mind's eye - late 40's, decent figure, warm smile, lovable. My clothes look good on me and I see I have a waist. My face is full of color. Even my hair behaves, emphasizing my bone structure. My eyes are clear and bright. I am ready for the day's adventure and can do anything I set my mind to.
These are the days I love - days bursting with potential, surprises, and small miracles.
On those days I need a perspective adjustment, I aim for these days.
Will the real Lynn B please stand up?! Oh - I am.