You want to come into my life, the door is open.
You want to get out of my life, the door is open.
Just one request.
Don’t stand at the door, you’re blocking traffic. ~Author Unknown~
A facebook friend posted this on her page.. and I’ve stolen it. Not because I’m a thief, but because it just makes a lot of sense.
Life is changing all the time. Even when we’re thinking we’re stuck, nothing ever changes, every day is the same, that’s just not true. You’re noticing the loneliness, boredom and monotony for a reason. It’s so that you’ll do one little thing differently. That small difference has the potential to change everything. I should know… I’m the queen of change.
People come into and out of our lives all of the time. Social situations as simple as going to the grocery store or filling the car with gas introduce us to new people if we take a moment to notice. To smile or say hi. What can it hurt right? It might be the beginning of the best friendship you’ve ever had. Or a lead to that next best job. Or heaven forbid.. those Match.com articles on meeting the love of your life at the laundromat could be right.
I read a book recently titled, “Getting Naked” by Harlan Cohen. Yeah, I got it because of the title.. but it’s a very good book. The author talks about getting completely honest with ourselves, about who we are. And making peace with the things we can’t change about ourselves, and improving the things we want to change. But then he talks about putting ourselves into rooms. Lots of rooms. Cause that’s where other single, available people are. People who are also reading those Match.com articles. (And trust me they’ll have clean clothes on cause they’ve been hanging out at the laundromat. Just not when you’ve been there.) Can’t you just smell the fabric softner?
So I’ve gotten honest about who I am.. old, short and curvy. (Which is the nice way to say chubby.) But with pretty eyes, cause that’s what Michael, a five-year-old student of mine told me when he was in trouble. (Of course I believe him!) Yes I know it was a diversionary tactic to avoid my wrath for throwing sand on the playground.. but I gotta believe something… so I’m sticking with it.
In spite of my personal naked truth, I still seem to have pretty good luck on the dating sites. I have lots of viewers, a few new penpals, and a new meet and greet every week or two. Trouble is.. they don’t seem to step inside the door to my life.
So as I do, I began to ponder. Unfortunately, I got nothin’ til I saw this very saying on my friend’s facebook page. Thank you Dawn.
The pondering went into over-drive as I began thinking about what’s blocking my doorway. I got out the broom and swept away the cobwebs. Yes, even a spider or two. I got out the dust cloth and polished the wood til it glistened. I even hung a sign on the door that reads, “Pretty Eyes Inside”
While I was waiting for the onslaught of single guys to come piling through the door, I grabbed that naked book again. Flipping through the pages, I realized that I had to get even more honest. Geez! I’ve been allowing people from my past to loiter at the door way. They have regular tables and chairs stationed there, like an outdoor cafe. For crying out loud, there’s even a waiter serving beverages!
My broom got quite the work out. Then I pushed the tables and chairs to the curb. And I had to fire the waiter, because he was already in a relationship. (Go figure.)
Sorry Michael, I had to take the “Pretty Eyes’ sign down. But I replaced it with one that says…