Opportunity
Aunt Marjie always said that a door never closes without a window opening. She was right.
She also said something about jumping from the frying pan into the fire. She was right about that, too.
I am still learning to trust her judgement, and she's been gone from us for 22 years.
We miss so many opportunities of a lifetime because of low self-esteem, fear, thinking that something else will come along or (even worse) that something else won't come along.
Because of our pride or our fear of rejection or whatever, we don't leap into new friendships. So what if they don't work out? Say "oh, well" and begin again. Afraid because the friend-to-be isn't pretty enough or smart enough? Sounds like your own personal problem to me. You might be missing a treasure.
A job? You might not like it, it might be too hard or too time consuming or too something else. It might not pay enough. But it might be something you will grow to love and open many doors you thought were closed.
Aunt Marjie was maybe five feet high and five feet round. She wore big fancy earrings and vivid colors. Men adored her. Women wanted to be her friend. Kids idolized her. She could have a good time and still be a lady--a lost art for many. She could make you laugh with her stories and make you cry with compassion. When Grandma D, not Marjie's fan, told me I was going to be just like her, I finally got the gumption to say, "Thank you!".
See, Aunt Marjie knew what opportunity looked like. When I look back I see many that I missed. With maturity, I see the reasons I turned away--some acceptable, some not. A couple of years go I became determined not to miss any more and threw myself under a bus, trying to catch up with my freight train of a brain. Pardon the mixed metaphor.
A resolution for 2013 is to slow down the freight train, seize the opportunities and don't let my looks, my intelligence or anything outside myself tell me I can't.
We miss so many opportunities of a lifetime because of low self-esteem, fear, thinking that something else will come along or (even worse) that something else won't come along.
Because of our pride or our fear of rejection or whatever, we don't leap into new friendships. So what if they don't work out? Say "oh, well" and begin again. Afraid because the friend-to-be isn't pretty enough or smart enough? Sounds like your own personal problem to me. You might be missing a treasure.
A job? You might not like it, it might be too hard or too time consuming or too something else. It might not pay enough. But it might be something you will grow to love and open many doors you thought were closed.
Aunt Marjie was maybe five feet high and five feet round. She wore big fancy earrings and vivid colors. Men adored her. Women wanted to be her friend. Kids idolized her. She could have a good time and still be a lady--a lost art for many. She could make you laugh with her stories and make you cry with compassion. When Grandma D, not Marjie's fan, told me I was going to be just like her, I finally got the gumption to say, "Thank you!".
See, Aunt Marjie knew what opportunity looked like. When I look back I see many that I missed. With maturity, I see the reasons I turned away--some acceptable, some not. A couple of years go I became determined not to miss any more and threw myself under a bus, trying to catch up with my freight train of a brain. Pardon the mixed metaphor.
A resolution for 2013 is to slow down the freight train, seize the opportunities and don't let my looks, my intelligence or anything outside myself tell me I can't.
Nice, Marilyn..I too remember Aunt Marg, even though I was very young when I last saw her. Some people one never forgets. Glad you have her in your heart and in your memory!
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