Yes, sometimes it’s a real drag, reality, I mean. I started this blog with a few goals in mind. First I’m going to be me – you know how you read some blogs and the authors are so perky and happy about everything you just want to puke! Well, I have good days and bad days, highs and lows, and the blog is a form of therapy. I write about politicians, my family, my hobbies, things I’d like to do or places I’d like to go…but no matter what, I won’t lie to you, I won’t try to convince you that I’m laughing and smiling, cheery and fun, 24/7. That’s just not real, at least it’s certainly not me.
Next, I want to be helpful or at least entertaining, enlightening, educational…when you close my blog, I want you to take away something that enriches your life in some way, no matter how small. That may seem presumptuous and you can laugh at me, disagree with me, revile me – I don’t care. If I can just make a few of you think about how we’re all connected, how the ripples you make impact your neighbors, how we can work together to make life better for others – my life will certainly have been enriched.
Imagine waking one morning in a fabulous mood, feeling like sunshine on the inside. You get dressed, grab a piece of toast, dash out the front door and you’re anticipating a splendid day. You get to the curb, stand there, wait for the light to change, hum a little off-key tune. It’s a beautiful morning, and a car goes by, hits the only puddle in sight, splashes you head to toe with oily, muddy slime. You glance up just in time to see the driver’s face and she doesn’t appear remorseful or even surprised. No, her face looks like a storm cloud, and the look she gives you is one of fury, daring you to suggest she’s at fault. What do you think would happen to your sunny disposition? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be the least bit disgruntled. You have a dress that’s ruined and you’re now delayed because you’ll have to go home and start the day over. There’s no way to reclaim what she’s taken from you.
Ripples, my friend. Her ripples just tossed your happy mood overboard. And you didn’t even know her, didn’t even speak to her. Think of the impact we can (and do) make on those who know us, those who are a part of our daily lives. Think how many times we’re not even aware of the filth we’re splashing on them. It’s a dangerous world.
As I get older I’m working so hard to have a more positive approach. I want to create ripples that make people smile. Imagine it.