1. For someone who resents the character of the Damsel in Distress I certainly find myself in situations where I am the weakest link (goodbye).
2. There is nothing that can put your vision in perspective quite like waking up and asking yourself “What can I do to make someone else’s day a little easier?”
3. When you’re not focused on building relationships with others, it’s a lot easier miss the important things in your life–especially if all your needs are filled.
4. There is probably some delicate balance that I would be upsetting if I didn’t do something positive.
I have a terrible time keeping track of my perspective.
So, I went to a Catholic high school.
And junior high school.
And grade school.
My preschool was called “Love’N’Learn.” It was also Catholic.
This meant, I went to church twice a week for a majority of my life. Along with that, during my two years of junior high school there were mandatory prayer services every day.
Mass was every Wednesday in high school and afterwards there would be a Faculty Prayer service, wherein the students were herded into the lunchroom and the teachers retreated to the chapel to gain some words to live for the rest of the week. Besides getting out of class and not having to be around our teachers, with fifty cents you’d be able to get a donut (if you were early enough you could get one with frostings AND sprinkles) and with an extra 25, you could get a Juicy Juice box.
Every Wednesday I made sure I had a spare dollar on me or at least some change. Sometime during my Sophomore year of high school, the administration implemented this rule that students were to go back to their classrooms after mass and wait to be released to the lunchroom. Depending on what the rotation was for what hour mass fell on, your teacher could either ignore this rule or be a huge stickler. Eventually, they all turned into a huge sticklers on the rule but for a while there was some leniency.
Anyway, on the days when you’d be the last class released to the lunchroom you’d end up waiting in the line for what seemed like hours, but was actually just minutes, and by the time it was your turn to pick a donut the only options left were glazed.
On the days when I would be stuck at the back of the line, I would hold my dollar and engage in idle chit chat and by the time I got to the front of the line I would forget where I had placed my money. I would be so used to having the dollar or quarters in my hand that I would forget they were there, even with my fingers curled around them. I would pat my pockets for a second, wondering what I had done with my change then right before asking someone if they could spot me a dollar, either I or one of the ladies handing out donuts, would notice the money in my hand.
That’s the same way it is for me and my perspective. Sometimes, I feel like I’m seeing the world the way it ought to be seen and other days I feel like I’ve got on blinders. It’s all there, but sometimes I forget.
What is helping me keep my perspective in balance is surrounding myself with people who GAF: Give a F(ill in the blank). People who recognize that we all have the ability to impact someone else’s day and therefore choose their actions and words wisely.
Despite forgetting my perspective and being a grotsky bitch on occasion, the Universe has a way of not completely screwing me over. Like, I got my car stuck in the snow because the management opted out of cleaning up the parking lot over break assuming most people were at home and Lawrence got over 25 inches of snow. And I had this super important place I had to go to (the movie theaters) and I worked muscles that have not felt strain in years trying to get the ice and snow out from underneath my G-DAMN car all to no avail.
Then, well staring forlornly across the hill this man stops and offers to push me out of the snow. Then after the car was successfully pushed out of the space, I got stuck in another snow bank in the middle of the road. At this point, two more people decided to come up and help and with their aid I was out of the snow for my super important meeting with the theater.
I couldn’t stop saying thank you and felt like I owed them something more than that. Maybe a hug? Or a check? Probably a check.
They waved and said goodbye, not expecting anything in return, which made me realize that it wasn’t just them that I owed something it to, it was everyone, in a way. Then again, didn’t John Lennon figure this out already with “Imagine”?
It’s just another instance of the infinite power of human beings and I think it’s about time I started harnessing that power.