Sunday, November 20, 2011

Posty Postit, Post it notes!

Now that I have a computer with semi-fast interwebs I can blog whenever I want. I just read an inspiring blog that made me want to be grateful. I usually only blog about my complaints because I feel if I word them in a witty way it'll be amusing and entertaining. My aim is to entertain you, reader or friend, and on occasion inspire. So no, I'm not going to blog about the many many things I am grateful for. I'll do that on the first Sunday of almost every month and keep Thanksgiving alive throughout the year. I do have an attitude of gratitude, although I understand sometimes my passion for writing isn't superbly passionate when it comes to things that matter. I apologize for not appreciating everything more publicly, and for complaining about that dufus who needs to take defensive driving lessons.

Well, one story of something I saw that I liked. A little background though, the Loveland public library has a really, really, REALLY dumb parking lot. The spaces are too small and the lanes are too close together so parking in a small space is doubly difficult. Travis and I were leaving the library and it appeared that there was a small bumper collision between two ladies. One woman was being sincerely apologetic while the other was trying to tell her it didn't matter. She said she had a neighbor who could get the scuff out, and if not it's just a car. It's not important. It was very kind of her, and it was a nasty looking scrape. I went out of my way to tell her that was very nice of her, and as she got in her car she said God Bless. It was nice, and at church the next Sunday I found myself itching to tell that story. Not because I felt cool, but because there is still good in this world. And I know in the end it will prevail.

Now the real topic I wanted to discuss, no not post it notes (it was just a cool sounding title), was my Christmas wish list. After discussing what it was I wanted I realized I want nothing really worthy. In case you were wondering my list is as follows: A hair straightener, rollers to curl my hair when I want just for fun and added volume, fancy banana lotion (if you had a sample you'd want this too), self tanning lotion for the winter, things to go with my crafty stuff. And things that relate to my crafts range from yarn, to sewing patterns, to cricut stuffs. I could also use some clothes to match the purse I know for a fact my mom bought months ago. Why else would she ask which purse I liked best and insist I pick favorites? My point exactly. See what I mean though? Sure rollers and a straightener will last and be cool to have around for fun dates with my bff's, but I feel vapid in my wants. I've always been this way, I don't usually want more than I need. And when I start to say out loud things that I could use or would like to have, I feel like I'm asking for dumb nonsense. If Travis asked me what I want for Christmas right this second (he's sleeping so he's not tired at work), I'd probably say fresh fruits and veggies. Which on some occasions feel like more than we can afford.

Feedback is welcome. I just wonder if I'm alone in this. Is Christmas just the time of year to ask for wants instead of needs? Maybe I'll donate my Christmas. It's not even Thanksgiving yet!! The media wants us to overlook Thanksgiving because if we didn't we'd want less and appreciate what we have. Like in the Princess and the Frog, "If you dig deep enough you'll find you have everything you need.", when Louis wanted to be human. I love that movie.

Avast Sleeping Beast...I mean beauty awaits,
-Anonymous

1 comment:

  1. You're not alone in this feeling. I have a hard time asking for things that I "want" instead of things that I need. I think its ok to ask for things you want though. Especially at this time, when we're poor newly married folks. Its not very often you get things you want because you just flat out can't afford them. So, ask for things you want. Be grateful you have the chance to. Share your gratitude for those things by using them and enjoying them.

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