Camels and Come Aparts…

Sweetie asked me the other day…if I’d ever heard of someone having a come apart…I laughed…refrained from rolling my eyes…and said…yes…in fact I’ve had quit a few of them in my lifetime…

My come aparts usually occurred…just as that final straw was placed on the camel’s back…and…suddenly…all the things that I’ve been harboring for weeks…months…years…came spewing out of my mouth…somewhat akin to shaking a 2-liter before you open it…and…the results were just as messy and sticky…

Bertha…reminds me…always honoring and speaking my truth…is the prevention for come aparts…

When I’m consistently speaking my truth in love and compassion in the moment…then…I’m not harboring anger and resentment…the camel isn’t being loaded…the 2-liter isn’t being shaken…

Jane

Setting the Table…

Tomorrow would have been my Granny’s birthday…she was born in 1895…and married on her birthday in 1914…she died shortly after her birthday in 1992…

She was a wise woman…and often shared her wisdom with me…and…even though I generally rolled my eyes and tried not to giggle…I usually listened…

One of her best pieces of advice was…

If you can’t be the tablecloth…don’t be the dishrag…

At the time…she was referring to relationships…and…although she never explained further…I knew what she meant

Today…Bertha…is expanding that advice…to far more than what not to do in the backseat of a parked car…rather…she is telling me…that…Granny…in her wisdom…was teaching me…to always…respect…myself…and…put forth my best effort…whether I am at work…or play…with another…or alone…

Then…she says…I will always be…a tablecloth…

Jane

PS…thank you Granny…not sure I’m a tablecloth…but…I’m a pretty good placemat…