Needless to say it’s a different way at looking at Interiors. I’m reminded how lucky we are. I don’t necessarily feel like running out and donating all of Lola’s toys. I don’t think that solves anything. It’s just a mental note that rather than buying something to fix my problem, Lola’s problem (which is usually really my problem), or my husband’s problem, I can spend on things that won’t fade, break, disappear, or are subject to the economic downturn.
I’m also reminded that there is a whole wide world out there that I know very little about. Much, much, much larger than I imagine. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just good to be reminded. It leads me back to my earlier point – it makes me realize I’m lucky. It also gives me a desire to know more. For myself, for Lola. It’s good to broaden your awareness. If nothing else, awareness helps me be less quick to judge solely on appearance.
I also realize that I tend to hide my head in the sand. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist and therefore does not require any action on my part. The reality is that things don’t just happen thousands of miles away on a different continent, they happen here. Maybe across town, or even across the street. Which means, I have to take action: reach out, open myself to others, allow people to see the imperfections, help out when it’s not convenient or comfortable. Do for others as I wish they would do for me. Not martyrdom, just life. if I want people to be my friend, proffer help, I guess I should do the same for them.