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Time can change your prioritiesPosted Wednesday, September 28, 2011, at 12:23 PM
I don't agree that the universe has a memory and stored in Akashic records, but I did smile and even chuckled at some thoughts and beliefs that Shirley MacLaine shared in her latest book, "I'm Over All That and Other Confessions."
I do agree with MacLaine that things we thought important in younger years float quietly out the window like a soft summer breeze without a drum roll or a standing ovation.
A new stage of life enters by osmosis without giving a signal that it has arrived, but all at once it is there, and, surprisingly, it is welcomed.
One of the things that I'm over is saving -- saving for this and saving for that.
I have saved our china and crystal for years using them only when entertaining guests. They sat entombed behind, dark, cabinet doors wanting to be brought out to happily add ambiance to a table.
I'm over that. I will use them every day and enjoy each meal whether it is a hot dog or filet mignon and drink iced tea from crystal goblets.
Guests remember the soufflé that fell or the burnt casserole but can never recall -- or care less -- the pattern of the china.
Even though my mother always advised me to keep special sheets and blankets tucked away for overnight company, I'm over that.
I have traded my everyday JC Penney percales for those higher thread-count sheets tucked away in the linen closet and slip into bed in sheets that are soft as silk.
And those wrinkles on my face. I'm over worrying about them. It was the Ides of March the day I discovered my first wrinkle. I wore holes in the carpet running to a mirror seeing if it had disappeared.
I swathed it in cold cloths and applied ice cubes. Then I thought creams would help -- cleansing, daily moisturizes, facial masks and night creams -- you name it.
It didn't disappear but welcomed others to form the foundation for an interesting grid pattern.
I'm also over collecting anything. At one time, I would have driven a hundred miles just to visit an antique store. My adrenaline would soar as I neared each shop anticipating the unique items waiting for me to discover.
It was fun at the time, but as sure as the tide flows out to the beyond, so went that phase as well as most of my antiques that were sold or given away. Give me things that are light, bright and cheery.
In contrast, I am not over many things.
I will never be over the love for family and the need of friendship.
I will probably never get over the desire to shop whether it is for clothes, household items or even a trip to the grocery store.
I am not over people who come to our beautiful land and take advantage of its freedoms and opportunities but won't assimilate, learn the language, and then blatantly criticize its policies.
I am not over politicians who do not have what is best for the country and its people in their heart.
And I agree with MacLaine that I can't get over the frustration of not being able to open any item that is packaged. As I pull, tug, rip and cut plastic from containers, I think of a few choice words for packaging engineers.
I'm not over the excitement of life no matter how challenging some days can be.
And I hope I am never over having faith in God and faith in my fellow man.
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