The Dalai Lama says the secret to true happiness is this: have a purpose, and serve others.
This is continued from Monday’s article. The continued discussion on goals led me to choice, and I wanted to say a few things about that too.
There’s this idea that to have style and be fashionable you have to spend a lot of money on the latest clothes.
As much as I love vintage, I don’t often get much.
Funny, those words.
Boots and a dress – other than jeans and a cute top – are a no fail outfit. They go together perfectly. And just like anything else in my life, I don’t like things to be too sweet; so, the sweetness of a cute dress is toughened up a little by boots. Not cute little pumps or sweet Mary Janes. But boots.
Boots that look like they can take you places. That recall cowboy boots, or riding boots. Something that looks like they can take you on a multitude of adventures.
Because I may be wearing a pretty dress, but I can roll in a field, or climb a tree, or get into shenanigans at a moments notice.
At a street festival, there was a booth that was giving away balloons and stickers. My Girl walked up and got a red balloon then stood in the line for stickers. When her time came, the lady held out a large sheet of butterfly stickers. My girl, ever observant, walked right past her and pointed to the other sheet – the sheet of stickers with cars and trucks on them.
Slightly surprised the lady reached for that sheet and my girl selected a muscle car sticker. A purple muscle car.
I thought:
A) Way to buck gender stereotypes!
B) Way to confidently, and still politely, ask for what you want.
C) The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’ll take purple muscle cars over butterflies any day.
Cleaning up after dinner, I reached down and squeezed my little girl’s bum.
“Mama, why you do that?”
“‘Cause I like your bum. It’s beautiful.”
“No Mama, my bum’s not beautiful.”
“No?”
“No. ‘Cause bums are stinky and farty.”
“Okay, well I still think it’s beautiful.”
“Maaaama,” she says shaking her head.
Well, there you have it. Snow has come. We had a big snowfall. You know what that means? No more denial for me. I can no longer deny that the cold temperatures are here to stay, try as I might.
For a while there, I could ignore the frozen fingers as they worked the tripod and buttons, but once you’re getting snowed on and the scenery is pure white, well, there’s only so far delusions can take you, am I right?
Or maybe I’m not trying hard enough.
I look at my girl, “Honey, do you know that I love you?”
“Yup.”
“You do?”
“Yup. ‘Cause you take care of me when I sick. And you make me spaghetti! That my favorite dinner. You make it for me a lot!”
There you have it. That’s how you know someone loves you.