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

A Smile is a Smile…

Bertha…gave me an affirmation this morning…and…I’m not quite certain…what it means…or where it’s going…but…what I do know…is…that…resistance…is futile…so…here it is…

When in doubt…smile…

Hmmm…I had to ask for clarification…and…a second cup of coffee…

She…of course…was happy to comply…with the clarification…I had to fix my own coffee…anyway…she told me…that a smile gives the appearance of…confidence…she went on to say…that…I have the answers that I need…to all my questions…in my heart…and…that…the reason I can’t always hear them…is that…I doubt them…sort of like the Wickersham Brothers…from…Horton Hears a Who

So…here it is in a nutshell…the more I smile…the more confident I appear…the more confident I appear…the more confident I feel…the more confident I feel…the more I’m able to hear my heart…and…the more I hear my heart…the less Who-vians…get boiled in…Beezle-nut oil

Okay…okay…I get it…I’m smiling…was there ever any doubt

Yopp!

Jane