During recent months, I have come to some sort of peace, having I suppose, learned a lesson or two during my prolonged and regular attendance at the famed, School of Hard Knocks.
Go figure. Who knew that it would eventually pay off?
I’m kind of famous for being chatty, friendly, and a little folksy from my country-upbringing. I like to think of it as my own personal brand of charm. What most people fail to observe behind my bubbliness is that I do a lot of observing. Ironic, but true.
Some of the ‘isms’ I spout have been appropriate as of late. It’s almost as if there is a theme running in my life, and I’ve yet to learn the full lesson.
Recurring themes seem to be;
1) Just because I’m kind, does not mean I’m stupid.
2) You can put lipstick on a pig, but it’s still a pig.
3) The truth can be seen from many doorways.
Quite often we meet one another at a threshold; our interactions are a constant balancing act of give and take, talk and listen, lover and beloved.
Thresholds happen to be the place where most conflict is likely to happen. Thresholds are also the most likely place of transformation and personal growth.
Think about it, the last time you had a tiff with a loved one, you were likely at a doorway, or trying your hardest to get there.Thresholds offer the promise of escape and of safety. They can also be scary and crossing over one means you’re stepping into that frightening abyss of the unknown.
Think about that one for a while. Let it marinate in your lovely heart.
I’ve come to the conclusion that our personalities can be bright lights promising a welcome, comfortable place to interact as human beings, whether it’s the conversation you have at the grocery store checkout, or part of a meeting with professionals.
We can also offer a threshold that is ever dark, foreboding, and menacing to approach. Of course there’s always the middle way as well, sometimes light and sometimes dark.
In work and in life I have often been criticized because I like to see the potential in everything, but after living with myself for so long, I’ve decided I’m ok with that.
I’m nobody’s fool, and I’d much rather swing wide the door of my compassion to the world, than barricade it with iron.
Decorate your thresholds accordingly my lovelies, you never know who may be seeking shelter.
P.S. Bringing a bottle of wine doesn’t hurt when you’re knocking…