I kind of live in a very special bubble. I like it that way. I didn’t used to be that way. I used to have a need to be informed, know whatever was going on in the world. This need to know. Didn’t like to be in the dark.
The picture above is moi on my first and most precious happy birthday, because I thrived on just giggling, smiling and plain being happy. I was oblivious of what was going on in the world and it seems that I was very content being that way. Look at my happy smile.
But as I said before, change is good, remember? After millions of changes in my thinking, physical arrangements, and lots of happy birthdays, I was caught by surprise when today while talking to one of my friends in Florida, she asked me if I knew the latest. I said, what about. She went on to tell me. I said, no I very seldom watch the news anymore, I just flip through the main networks and listen to the headlines, and if the world seems to be just as I left it the last time I checked, I move on to watch my recorded favorite soaps. I have created this universe where my soaps are more fascinating, interesting and informative (full of eastern wisdom). Also, they make me laugh. I feel so much better when I laugh so much that tears cloud my sight. That’s a good laugh. It is the only exercise my internal organs get to do, because when I laugh, my insides move along. Neat.
I told my friend about me and my ignorant universe, and then thought to self, hey, that’s not a bad title for a posting. Here I am developing a whole essay about ignorance. On the other hand, later on while having a conversation with one of my sisters, I told her that knowledge and information are empowering. Have I been talking through both sides of my mouth? Ignorance vs knowledge. Serious matter. But being the smart cookie that I am, I decided after these two very challenging conversations that I was going to select the best of both. I am going to play ignorant when it is to my advantage (sounds like something Ron would do) and play mighty knowledgeable when I needed that card. Do they call that poker face? What is a poker’s face anyways? I think you need dark sunglasses for that, right. I already have quite a supply in my house. They protect you from showing the very big bags under your eyes. Have quite a good number of them.
As far as I am not hurting anyone, and I don’t think I am, I am going to try to go back and analyze what kind of dynamic was going on in my mind when I was a little girl, and try to go back being that way. I am reversing the aging process. No professionals involved. I am going to pretend I am just starting to dream big dreams, and to think I can conquer my oyster. Sounds to me pretty exciting and gives me lots of hope to continue making my dreams come true.
How about you? I’ll call it the “Pretend Game.” Let me pretend I can accomplish anything I set out to do. And do it.
I need to get going.
Your Happy Contessa
“I’ll think of it all tomorrow, at Tara. After all , tomorrow is another day.” Scarlett O’Hara – Gone with the Wind.