Changing the Guestroom Bed…

Interestingly…Bertha…has been nudging me towards…appreciation…the last couple of days…reminding me…that the good in a situation…is often like my guestroom bed…it’s always there…it’s just buried under a bunch of junk…

And…then…it happened…that moment when I realized that she was actually preparing me for something…

Change

At first…I was blindsided…I hadn’t seen it coming…I didn’t want it…humph…I didn’t need it…I piled a few more things on the bed

Then…slowly…thanks to…Bertha…I started to move the junk…one piece at a time…while…thinking of the positives that the change could bring…some of which I’d been wishing for…and…although I can’t say that I’m excited…or that the full bed is visible…I am in a much better place about it than I would have been…had…Bertha…not nudged me earlier in the week…

And…I know that if I continue to work…with…instead of…against…the change…that I will soon see the bed and my great aunt’s butterfly quilt…once again…

Jane

PS…Bertha…added the funky flamingos near the pillow…just to remind me that…change…can…and…should be…fun…

The Bright Side…

Look on the bright side or close your eyes! ~Bertha

There’s a chapter in my work in progress in which Bertha is attacking one wall in every room of the house with shockingly bright colored paint. She also manages to turn the cat into an electric blue tipped Persian…but I digress. Her point is that I should always find a way to look at the bright side and the paint is a visual reminder to do it.

I woke up with this story replaying in my mind this morning probably because I have a summer cold and I’ve been a bit whiney. I did look around the room and thankfully the walls were still pastel coral. I suppose that is a bright side and I really don’t think the smell of paint would help my cold.

So what have my complaints been about?

Well, this is the week that I’m scheduled to work summer school so of course I’ve bemoaned the timing of the cold. Bertha reminds me that it could have been last week when I was on vacation with my children or even next week when they will be coming here for a visit. She also reminds me that I’m only working four hours and my only real responsibilities are emergent in nature—nothing routine.

All of this is true.

I am grateful that I felt exceptionally well at the beach and that I should be feeling better again by next week. I am excited to work the shorter days and the money will come in handy—I always seem to be able to spend it for something.

So I’m heading out…feeling a bit more optimistic with a box of Kleenex in my bag…wait…is that where my extra money is going…Bertha…I just closed my eyes…you’d better start painting…

Jane