On the way to work Friday, I had a nice
internal dialogue take place.
internal dialogue take place.
I was crabbing to myself about not
doing something with my life, as in,
"I'm not going to do something great during,
with, my life, I guess."
doing something with my life, as in,
"I'm not going to do something great during,
with, my life, I guess."
And this part of me did a WTF,
head-to-the-side face, then said,
head-to-the-side face, then said,
"Yea, you are. You already are.
You're a fabulous wife.
You're a fabulous wife.
You go to work every day and
give them 100% even though it's not ideal.
give them 100% even though it's not ideal.
You love the stuffing out of your sons, your family.
You write. You're humorous and real.
Um -- that's what life is.
That's what great is."
Um -- that's what life is.
That's what great is."
[My Love, Ciera's Zebra curtains ... ]
And I listened, and was nodding even!
It's TRUE.
That's what "Great A La Toni" truly is.
God damn!
NOBODY else can do any of that like I do,
with my feelings about it.
"Some great thing' --
it's just another internalized myth,
perpetrated by this culture I live in.
'Great' has to be out there, visible,
quantifiable, blah blah blah.
These myths, I tell ya.
Damned things!!!!!
They seriously do encroach on happiness,
satisfaction, self pride.
[Zebra curtains, acid green corduroy chair, blue Boho lamp,
all from My Love, Ciera's incredibly cool bedroom]
There's a shitload of great that's gone on,
and is always GOING ON,
in and about me.
Seriously.
I'm a great journaler, listener,
lover, reader, employee, intuitive, creative,
purger, salsa maker, soulful relative,
photographer (I have the eye),
visual curator/image discoverer.
I'm a great imaginative (my word).
I'm deeply musical, not just
because I love music, but in the way I
process & express -- well -- everything.
I'm greatly humorous, raw, real, alchemical.
I'm a fierce mother at base, DNA, and heart levels.
Ditto Grandmother.
I'm passionate, curious.
I'm resilient, adjustive (my word, too),
seeing, analytical, intellectual.
I'm a great poet. I'm greatly organized.
My work ethic is exceeding.
I excel at naps, and writing letters, and
apologizing first.
[a shelf in My Love, Ciera's bedroom]
THIS is the stuff of personal greatness.
You see?
So 'they' don't build reality shows on any of this --
not enough bullshit or drama,
I'm guessing --
too much genuine.
I like genuine.
I like it in and about myself.
I don't need a TV show to
know I'm great.
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