Thoughts & Feelings on a Sunday Morning...

It's brisk out.  26F  blue sky and sunny.  No profound words have I but a gentle reminder from several friends about footprints left in the sand on gently placed on the spirit and soul.  Sometimes we forget that words and actions are so powerful.  We negate them because...well after all we are just one person.

A reminder on this sunny January day with a nip in the air that we do each of us make a difference in lives...in the lives of those that we may not see every day, but we do make a difference.  Just be genuine.  Use words and actions wisely.  YOU will find a richness in life that you never expected.

No profound words this sunny day.  Just a gentle reminder that you are not defined by hurtful ugly words from decades ago...uttered by someone who wanted to hurt you...you are defined by your words and actions not by another's.

Compartmentalizing

Compartmentalization is an unconscious psychological defense mechanism used to avoid cognitive dissonance, or the mental discomfort and anxiety caused by a person's having conflicting values, cognitions, emotions, beliefs, etc. within themselves.

Compartmentalization allows these conflicting ideas to co-exist by inhibiting direct or explicit acknowledgement and interaction between separate compartmentalized self states.

Yes that is what compartmentalizing is!  I know I do it under certain circumstances.  Those things that I truly am not comfortable with.  Those things that don't fit into those damn ticky tacky yellow boxes.  OR do they?  Perhaps I really am in one of those ticky tacky boxes looking out.  

Compartmentalizing helped me.  Some could call it denial.  Perhaps.  Some could call it stupidity.  Perhaps.  Survival.  Yes a better word.  It fit in my life at that time.  The unfortunate thing is that when you no longer truly need it...it continues and becomes habit and habit becomes something that becomes how you are, how you live and you don't realize that it is now part of your core.

A Pair of Glasses

I have one pair of glasses.  A single pair of glasses.  Not two.  Not five.  ONE pair of glasses.  Now on the other hand I know people who have many pairs of glasses.  There are striped pairs.  Wire glasses that bend precariously when placed in the wrong places.  Bi-focal.  Tri-focal.  Progressive lenses.  Reading lenses.  Glasses put in obscure places.  Glasses put in every room.  Every purse.  Every jacket.  Every winter coat.  A red pair.  A blue pair.  A striped pair.  A rimless pair.

I have one pair of glasses.  A single pair of glasses.  What does that say about or does it say anything about me.  What does it say of others...if anything.

Just a pair of glasses.  One pair of glasses.  A single pair of glasses.  But they are mine.