I hope you don't think I'm blogging right now. I'm actually still on break so I can clean my house before my mom's arrival, but she doesn't come for a week, which means I've mostly been doing sadoku puzzles instead of scrubbing toilets, so I'm dropping by to give you a message from the universe.
Accept the good.
And if the shoe fits, wear it. (Or in my case, if the pot fits, cook in it.)
You'll never believe where I got this message. From Burger King.
Am I the only one who leaves Burger King smiling and asking for a job application? Not to flip burgers, but to write food descriptions on the wrappers.
Today I started giggling at the frypod for calling me Captain Deepthoughts, but before I knew it I was in tears--real salty/sweet tears.
It was because my twelve year old son was asking everyone who they would choose to meet if they were allowed to meet one person in real life. Everyone was naming really important people like Jesus and Gandhi and Michael Jordan.
Then my son said, "I would choose to meet your dad."
Suddenly I felt a tremendous sense of loss.
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I spent my Saturday night alone cleaning, grading, doing sadoku and watching The Things They Lost in the Fire. (what can I say, I'm a multi-tasker).
What a beautiful movie, except for the ending, which was really the middle.
Don't you hate it when movies end in media res?
Don't you hate it when anything ends in media res? Especially love.
When I get rich and famous I'm going to buy a chocolate haupio pie for everyone who has lost love in media res.
Surprisingly the movie The Things They Lost in the Fire isn't about a fire. It isn't even about the things they lost in the fire. There was a fire before the movie begins, and they did lose things in that fire, but things are replacable, so they make a list of what they lost and then thank God they didn't lose each other.
But then the movie starts and they lose each other.
The main character is killed while saving a battered woman, leaving his little family broken.
While his family grieves, his best friend, who is a heroin addict struggles to get sober.
It's fantastic and subtle and poignant how they inadvertantly help and support each other through the grieving process. It was so lovely that it made me think about how when we lose one thing we always gain something else (eventually).
My creative writing teacher taught me that if you want to make a point, say it three times. So this is the point I heard 3 times:
Accept the good with the bad. Reality will make you accept the bad, but you have the choice to accept the good.
Last year I lost my crockpot during an Enrichment meeting. I ended up getting half of it back. The crock part, but the pot was never recovered.
Then last week, over a year later, my twins and I went to Savers and right before my very eyes was a ceramic pot that was missing the crock.
What are the chances?
It wasn't MY ceramic pot, but I paid $7 and guess what? It FIT!What's that saying again? If the shoe fits, wear it!
If you can't use the pot you love, use the pot the universe sends you?
And believe me, the universe will send you a new pot-- pinky promise!