Walk a Mile…

Yesterday…Bertha…implanted a phrase…in my brain…

Walk a mile…in my…smile…

Of course…the lyrics…to…Joe South’s…Walk a Mile in My Shoes…has been playing on the 8-track in my mind…ever since…which I think was her intention…or…at least it seemed that way…as she explained the phrase…in dribs and drabs…over the course of the day…

Basically…what she told me…was…that…I should celebrate the success and happiness of those around me…just as if…it were my own…that…I should try my best…to capture the same feelings that they are having…and…bask…in them…

Now…she didn’t say it would be…easy…bringing to mind…a friend’s wedding I attended a few years back…when I was pretty much relationshipless…and…how although I was…happy for her…my true emotion…was more akin to…envy

She…reminds me…of…watching…fellow authors’ books…flying out into cyberspace…at the speed of light…when mine seem to have their wings clipped…and…although…I am happy for them…my true emotion…is more akin to…envy

Okay…that was enough for me to see the pattern developing…my eyes have a tendency…to turn…green

But…how do…I walk a mile in their smile…

Bertha…says…it’s the same as walking in their shoes…just…let myself…feel…what they are feeling…let myself…see with my heart…hear with my heart…feel with my heart…she says…it’s visualization…with a twist…

But…she promises me…and…I’m going to hold her to it…that when I can…walk a mile…in others’ smiles…that…they’ll soon be walking in…mine…

Hmmm…wanna join me in a stroll…

Jane

Grumble…Grumble…

Earlier in the week…I went for an afternoon gym session…I usually go before work…and I noticed a woman that I haven’t seen in a couple of years…she really looked good…I could see the muscle definition in her arms and legs…definition that wasn’t there the last time I’d seen her…

My first response was to feel discouraged and grumble…well…she looked better and I didn’t…if life isn’t fair…then…grumbling should be…

No…not according to you know who…Bertha…who said that instead of grumbling…I should look at her as encouragement for the efforts that I’ve been making…she reminded me…that during those same two years…I had that little thing called…brain surgery…which was the reason that I quit training at the time…and…here this woman was…proof positive…that although I don’t see a huge change after a couple of months working out…that with consistency…in a couple of years…I will have made huge strides…

Hmmm…I hadn’t thought of it that way…but…I still grumbled a little…about wasted time…and well…just because I was in a grumbling mood…

Then…I saw the same woman yesterday at the grocery store…she really looked good…we smiled…we spoke…I told her…I could tell she appreciated it…she agreed that she had really been working hard…that she pushed herself…but that she did it because she liked the results…

This morning…on my day off…I got up early…and went to the gym…I didn’t grumble…well…maybe just a little

Jane

PS…she also related it all to my life…of course…and reminded me of my writing…and that the same holds true for it…I hate when she double teams me…