I wasn't going to write anything today because I really didn't have too much to talk about today artistically. Then I read Chapter 64 in Eat, Pray, Love(the fabulous book brought on by my visit to Art of the Spirit where I saw a lecture by the author).
The author calls herself a Little Suzy Creamcheese which means she is social, bubbly and smiling. People who know me in real life would probably call me a Little Suzy Creamcheese. If a garden gnome came to life I would be standing there talking to it after everyone else left. I like to say I'd talk to a wall if it would talk back to me but a talking garden gnome sounds more interesting don't you think? I also thought of Mr. Ed the talking horse but everybody would want to talk to a talking horse wouldn't they?
The real point of this chapter is to accept yourself the way you are, like the author sometimes I wish there was an off button to stop me from saying that one extra sentence or having my words come out in a way that I did not mean them because to me I talk too much. Some people in my life have actually helped this opinion of myself along so not so hard to feel badly about being a person with no filter. No off button(not exactly accurate when I am embroidering I am mysteriously silent and peaceful). But for the most part being talkative is a blessing and a curse and logically I know I am this way because God wants me this way or he would have made me silent and quiet.
Like the author who just the chapter earlier said I want to be the silent person for a change I've also gone through my periods of lifetime where I too wanted to be the silent one. She wanted dark wavy hair, I've always wanted sleek blond hair. But what can I say the big mouth is mine and the hair is mine and everything else is mine. It is my blessing and my cross to bear.
The point is when you are a little suzy creamcheese it is hard to be a shrinking violet viola. No matter how hard we try to be something we are not the more we fail miserably. When I'm going through a rough patch emotionally I always wonder if my life would have been different if I were different but then it wouldn't be my life. Life is a journey of peaks and valleys and I'm of the opinion that the only perfect person ever was Jesus(or whoever your universal being might be). We are human we are not supposed to be perfect.
Read the book, it's fabulous and Keep on stitching(the long cane just came out from behind the curtain). Enjoy your evening and love yourself even with your idiosynchrocies. I spelled that wrong but after the third time decided to leave it.