I feel like we ladies think we make sense most of the time. . .because we DO in our own scheme of things. But I’m not sure it’s the same frequency as the rest of the planet at times.
My husband might agree… In fact, this scene from The Wolf of Wall Street is a prime example of how we explain without adding in all the details we already know. If the receiving party is either A.) not a woman or B.) fully up to speed on what’s going on and doesn’t need the details, then they aren’t going to have any idea what you are talking about. Somehow, though. . .I still leave things out.
Because that’s my wavelength! It makes so much sense to me that the non-essential (on my planet, you understand) gets omitted. Just. Like. That.
This is one of those life must-haves…but in the whirlwind of daily living, it’s easy to forget to take a moment to truly appreciate all we have.
To love with every ounce of our hearts, and to respect no matter the circumstance means that we are ever conscious of the good in our lives. It sends the message to the Universe that we value the gifts and blessings.
One of the bigger lessons I learned early on was when I was told about someone’s therapy experience. Yep, not my own (in which I have learned much!)…but someone else’s…
They had been complaining about another person and the therapist said “what if they passed away?” The reaction was a staggered “what do you mean?!” He said, “what if they were no longer here? How would you feel about those ‘annoyances’ then?”
That moment was enough to change the whole tune. Literally evermore. It’s okay that we are human and feel as we do – the good, the bad, and the ugly. But it is also important for our well-being that we regularly check in with the good that we DO have – the things, the people, the animals, the circumstances…that make our lives better, happier, richer. . .more worth living.
I think about this often, but it was especially on my mind today. I’ve been thinking about my female jungle cat, who would be 13 today, and about how much gratitude had a part to play in our lives together. The bond with her and her brother was one that delved deeply, and struck me square in the heartstrings from the get go.
Part of me wants to apologize for feeling so deeply – I’m never unaware of the losses others have weathered, neither do I think anyone wants to deal with tears! Part of me wants to explain (or try to) that these were wild animals who never allowed another human “in” their circle…so it’s not quite like having a “pet” (which I’ve never really called an animal to whom I have been a guardian anyway.)
But I don’t want to have to explain, or justify. I just want to cherish that I had the fortune of my two jungle cats’ companionship, love and trust…and that while they were living I made a point to tell them “I love you” every single day.
In spite of feeling really blue, I know that I was “in the moment” so much of the time we were together. I was aware that time would run out one day, and so I always made sure to tell them what they meant to me, and to kiss them on their sweet little (big!) heads. Never mind it wasn’t in meows or mews… We spoke a language only we could understand…and it worked brilliantly.
Actually…we have two additional modes different from the rest:
Banana mode – I’m a feline torpedo on speed. Face is the same but the eyes are wide with a feverish, almost diabolical glint. Otherwise…as above. Game on.
Hungry mode – I will run several laps around the kitchen island, sometimes in varying directions. My face will remain as above save for my mouth, which is – in bullying fashion – frequently opening and emitting loud-and-whiny sounds.
Ahhhh… Felines. ❤