If I had a nickel for every time someone has told me that they wished Bertha lived with them…well…I’d have at least fifteen cents…but…one of them was
that sleazy guy down at the service station…so…that might not count…still…at least I’d have a dime…not that I could even make a phone call with it anymore…
Seriously…women have made that statement to me…and there are days when I’d love to say…here…take her…let her tell you what to do for a while…but…I don’t…because…in truth…I know…she’s already moved in…
She’s sneaky like that…
Or…at least she was with me…I was simply going about my business…trying to write a book about empty nest and self-discovery…when Bertha appeared on my doorstep…and changed my life…one thought at a time…
She didn’t lecture…not in the strictest sense of the word…which was a good thing…because I’d learned to block those out a long time ago…sorry Mama…I know you meant well…although…she would jump on a soapbox at the drop of a hat…showing me things from a new perspective…
Looking through Bertha’s eyes…negative events began to become learning experiences instead of the devastation they had once been…I began to pay more attention to my thoughts…and…if I didn’t…Bertha was there to remind me…you’re spending a lot of time thinking about this…is it what you really want…no…then why not think about what you do want…
And…slowly…my life began to change…and…honestly…it still is…that’s the thing about it…it’s a process…not an event…
But…I have digressed…
To my friends who wish for Bertha to live with them…I can only say…she’s already there…she’s always been there…you just have to listen…she speaks very softly in the beginning…growing stronger as you give her your attention…
Now…some people call that…listening to their heart…or…their intuition…I just gave it a name…and a wardrobe…I call it…Bertha…
Jane
Awe, I think Bertha is in my kitchen right now making me some cookies! 🙂 LOL about the guy at the gas station!
Yum…Bertha never makes me cookies…or washes the dishes…I’m jealous! And…well…um…um…I kinda made up the guy at the gas station…<3
She’s been living with me for a few years now. I just didn’t know her name. I called her “I am Co-dependent no more”. I’m glad you named her!
Peggy
I love that Peggy! Maybe you can give her a snazzier name now…Petuina comes to mind!