There is an overwhelming silence of thought that greets me each morning. I’ve always said that I am not a morning person, but perhaps I am and my distracted surliness is a jealous guarding of the time I have to feel completely empty. Like meditation.
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Windows in my mind are opening and I am experiencing a profound acceptance of things I did not realize I was pushing against. I chose the box of crayons and pulled out the colors with which to paint my life.
My Business Partner and I (I call him BP because his initials WS won’t quite roll off the tongue unless you say it with Fancy’s southern drawl from Richard Pryor’s The Toy in which case it would be Double U Ass. I could probably pull it off, but he’s too cool to earn it)… anyway we went out last night to have an appetizer at our ‘local watering hole’. Hi Michelle! Hi Bob! Hi Katie!
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We came back home with Chinese food from a few doors down and sat outside to enjoy. BP immediately began arguing with himself over the food and the sauces. Too spicy, too sweet. In his little Goldilocks moment, I offered to switch meals (I love spicy) and suggested he not use the sauces and enjoy the food as is. He eventually tried as I suggested and looked up with a smile. “It’s good to be so high maintenance and feel so appreciated.” We both laughed hysterically because he knew that I knew all too well what he meant.
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As the night wore on, our conversation turned to harnessing the power within… and it is this morning that I realize how much we have both used that principle to laugh our way through so many moments that could have turned to frustration.
BP… I salute you!
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