Thursday, October 16, 2014
“Help Wanted,” the sign in the shop window read.
This got me thinking.
What about the signs we put in the windows of our life?
“Perfection Wanted,” too many of the signs read.
That’s why I can’t enter my story in the writing contest.
My story needs more work.
I’ll just keep working on it.
That’s why I can’t invite friends over to my house.
My house isn’t fully furnished.
I’ll just wait ‘til I get a sofa.
That’s why I can’t voice my opinion on the issue.
I can’t find the right words.
I’ll just keeping thinking about it until the perfect words come to me.
That’s why I can’t take my kids to that class they would love.
My kids might act up.
I’ll wait until we get our issues sorted out.
That’s why I don’t pick up that instrument.
I can only practice one day a week.
I’ll pick it up when I have more free time.
That’s why I don’t exercise.
I can’t take the stairs without getting winded.
I’ll start when I have more energy.
We hang it on the windows of our life and in that act of “waiting until”
We delay the true living of life.
Sure, you might not win the writing contest.
Sure, you might scare someone away with your dust bunnies.
Sure, the kids might act up and embarrass you.
Sure, you might stutter your words or play the wrong notes.
But what if those things don’t even matter?
What if someone looks out her window and sees you putting one foot in front of the other and decides to try?
What if your decision to tear up your “Perfection Wanted” sign inspires someone to tear up his?
You have the power to change the sign you are hanging in the window of your life.
Why not this instead?
Real Living Wanted … and Finally Found Here.
© Rachel Macy Stafford 2014