There are times when I rehash my theory on being me... Drinking coffee gives me a false sense of maturity... And every time I devote more brainpower to this conclusion, I come to realize how true it is.
At the moment, I am sitting at the Marketplace (presumably to sell soap) and I find myself spending too much time being judgmental. This condition is likely brought on by the uppity feeling I get drinking my over-priced coffee in a casual see-how-cool-I-am manner.
In the midst of all this narcissistic self-talk, I noted an older woman standing nearby wearing a baby Bjorn sling. I watched as she turned to the side and her happy little dog came into view. Yikes! Judgmental me thought, "Cracked up Lady!" But the other part of me thought... At least she is happy!
Think about it... What is the difference between growing older and being happy and growing older and being dejected, sad and unhealthy? Is it a small dog in a baby sling? Is it not caring that those of us hovering around age 40 in a fit of must-have-expensive-coffee think it is nuts to carry around a dog like a baby? Wait... Do I want another baby?!
oh! oh! oh! Someone just bought a black sparkle cowboy hat! (See previous post titled Where's the Tourist?)
NO! I don't want another baby but I think I would do a better job this time around. I'm definitely older and calmer and more mature. Then again, maybe that's just an assumption.
As for the woman with the dog in a baby sling... She is happy and apparently does not care what the rest of us think. While I don't want to be the type to carry my dog around or push it around in a stroller, I do want to be happy. I want to be happy and I want to have a dog.
Furthermore, I definitely want to feel free of the judgment of others. I don't want to care what others think. I want to be happy and content with who I am without feeling the need to change. I think, however, the first step to this personal nirvana must be that I have to not be judgmental. If I want to be truly happy, I must let others do the same... That will be a sign of true maturity.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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