Yesterday morning found me battling computer issues. Something’s been going on with my network for a week or so. The morning’s problems were eventually managed, but I don’t particularly enjoy having to geek out on computer stuff, so I wasn’t happy about it. Then I realized – hey, the danged thang is running just fine, so get over it already. And I did.
The weather here in Los Angeles is expected to hit the 80-degree mark over the next few days. Our greenery is so confused, none of it quite knows what to do. People’s allergies are all out of whack and for some of us, this just ain’t right. But it is what it is, so I plan to dig in the dirt a little today and I’ll just have to sneeze my way through it.
The other day I was breakfasting with a friend. (“Breakfasting” – don’t you just love that word?) I said something or other about a mutual acquaintance and how he’s choosing poorly for himself and his life. My friend looked at me – without judgment – and said, “But he’s not you. Not everyone chooses the same.” Her statement hit me like a slap across the face. For she was right. We are not the same. We are all wonderfully different. Since that conversation, I’ve had more than a few opportunities to think about her words and to try and put their message into practice. I’m working on it. I get to work on it.
I am not so advanced as to always recognize the multitude of gifts bestowed upon me each and every day. I guarantee – about a jillion of them pass by, unnoticed. That’s on me, friends. I’m trying, and I suppose that’s good enough. I hope so anyway.
In the meantime, I plan on opening my heart a little more and not flipping out when called upon to use my noggin. And the dirt. I plan to dig, too. I am a lucky, lucky gal.