I love heels. They make me feel grown up, and I feel like people take me more seriously when I wear them. That's why, when I'm in a position where I'm in charge of adults who are older than me, I wear heels. The higher the better. But today, I learned that my new position isn't always conducive to 3-inch heels.
Today I was wearing tan Steve Madden heels. So cute. But heels, coupled with a long work day and going between three different buildings make me realize that I may need more practical footwear. I've never been one to wear flats, but I'm afraid that I might have to start wearing them as I go between the offices. Besides, there's a reason why I like to carry big bags...There's room for shoes. :-)
Forgiveness. It seems like I've been surrounded by it a lot lately. Why is it that we're so terrified of making mistakes, even when we'll be forgiven? I'm still in the process of learning that "the hardest part is forgiving yourself."
I sit back and think about someone who hurt me recently, and all I can think about is how he needs to forgive himself. I know he took it hard. He knows that he hurt me, and I know he didn't mean to. I still care about him a lot. I've forgiven him. I want him to forgive himself. In the process of all this, I realized that I was angrier at myself than I was at him. I hated my judgment and the way that I allowed myself to be vulnerable.
I guess that this means I'm harder on myself than I am on him. So, my initial assessment remains true: Sometimes the hardest part is forgiving yourself.
I've been reflecting these past couple of days about heart, so although these thoughts came early this morning, I guess I'm cheating at my blog again.
People try to do the best they can. They try not to hurt others. But people make mistakes. They disappoint even the people they love and care about, but those disappointments are forgivable if the intentions in their heart are still good. As long as people don't purposely intend to make mistakes, things will be all right in the end.
Today while playing with my 3-year old niece, I learned an important lesson in trust.
As an adult, I've never been one to trust people easily. I'm skeptical of people's intentions, and I find it hard to let go of suspicions and just believe them and what they're saying. Granted, this is probably due to the fact that I've had more life experiences and therefore more reasons not to trust people than a 3-year old would, but I was just amazed by how much this little one trusted me. We were playing a game that she appropriately called "fallin'" (she doesn't pronounce "-ing" so well) where she would just fall backwards and I would catch her. She eventually changed the rhythm of the game when she started to fall forward, and I never saw an ounce of fear in her eyes because she believed that much that I would catch her. She would instead just lean backwards (or forward) and laugh as I pretended to drop her but caught her at the last minute.
I'm wondering what it would take to be able to trust like that again. Even in my illogical mind, I can't reconcile trusting everyone all the time, but I would like to know how to trust the people who care about me. Maybe this fallin' business makes more sense than I realize. Maybe you just have to be willing to let go and believe that someone who cares enough will catch you.
According to my 5-year old nephew's knowledge, if you sneeze three times in a row, you'll wake up the giants and the only way to stop them is to burn their house down...but if you really want to escape from them, you have to steal all of their weapons first.
Today while I was playing with my nephew at the local playground, this is the story that he told me. Not only did I learn about what ruffles giants' feathers, I also learned that adults need to be able to imagine as well as kids do. It's not to say that I now believe that there are giants living at the playground or that they'll come after me if I sneeze three times.
I do believe, however, that if adults were willing to let go of the things that keep us from viewing the world through the hopeful eyes of a child, this world would be a lot less tense. Why is it that adults can't solve problems of world hunger, war and greed but a 5-year old can slay dragons and hunt giants? Granted, one is a reality and the other is not, but it seems like something goes away once we hit those rough spots in life. We become more skeptical, and we lose sight of what really matters as we're blinded by fame, and fortune. We stop asking "what if." We stop seeing possibilities in exchange for momentary instant gratification. Value becomes monetary and ceases being intangible.
I guess today was a lesson in humbling myself and just allowing my imagination to run free. Hopefully in the future, I'll get a lesson on where it will take me.
All relationships go through ups and downs. It doesn't matter how good they are. There will be challenges, and the survival of those relationships depends on the people involved.
I recently got hurt by a friend. The pain and the feelings that came with it were inevitable. Being miserable was optional. Today I learned that when it comes to a relationship between two people, outside factors don't matter nearly as much as what's inside. When the ups come around, you celebrate them together. When the downs come around, you choose whether or not they are fixable and you choose whether or not you want to fix them. Today, against the advice of others, I chose to fix a friendship. There was more value in that then in keeping my pride or holding a grudge. I believe that I made the right decision, but if course, only time will tell. It will just be a matter of letting this journey run its course and making the decisions that feel right when there are forks in the road.