Tropical Tales: No. 13 - Vol. 1
- Reach For The Sky
Have
yourself a 'Me Day.' Select one day a month when
you become utterly selfish. Call in sick and be
a kid again; go see that movie you missed; call
a friend and make reservations in a French
restaurant and wear a hat; go shopping and buy
yourself something very feminine such as
perfume, or a silk flower. Or, pack a picnic and
go to the beach with that novel you have been
trying to read. Take the time to acquaint
yourself with YOU, and practice some introspection.
We only have one life to live. Live it! Push
aside the problems and tell them they can wait,
because today is the day that you get in touch
with a friend. You are not doing anything for
anybody today because it is your 'Me Day.'
Make a list of everything that is wrong in
your life and start a program of elimination.
Get rid of the extra baggage. Out goes Mr.
Wrong! Ciao! Clean out your cluttered closet.
Throw out the excesses in your life. You would
be surprised how therapeutic it can be to start
a new page.
Write another list of everything you have
always yearned for. For example, if you have
dreamed of traveling to Paris or Rio de
Janeiro, start planning it on your 'Me Day.' If
money is an object, get a second job, baby sit,
go without lunch and pack a sandwich for the
office. Keep a journal and write down your
thoughts. When you have something to do about
participating in your dream, you become a part
of it and it becomes more of a reality and less
of a fantasy. Mark the days off the calendar for
the anticipated event.
Fear prevents us from doing what we secretly
want to do. Fear of failure can be a potent
deterrent separating us from our goals. Buy some
of those self-hypnosis tapes, or talk to a
psychologist and work through those fears that
discourage you from reaching your dreams. So
what if you fall flat on your face? At least you
will have had the courage to do what YOU wanted
to do, and not what somebody else expected you
to do. Take a night course, you might even meet
a cute professor.
Last week I had a marriage proposal. I was
both shocked and flattered. Shocked, because I
am already married and I am not scouting around.
Flattered, because it was unexpected. Also, he
was never given any encouragement and his
feelings are not returned. But I must say, he
made my day. I floated on air. When I looked up
at the sky, a little Cessna had sky written in
smoke, "God loves you." I had to smile to myself
while planting my impatiens, and listening to
Andre's cd of True Love on Tour d'amour, oh, a
sign! Something is about to change in my life.
What is wrong with signs and optimism and
hope and romance? Nothing, if it changes your
point of view, which can lead to a life change.
Opportunities are out there, but you have to be
open to them. Go ahead, assume the risk and
reach for the sky. You owe it to yourself
because this is not a dress rehearsal. This is
your only life and YOU are the star!
As for my dream? Before I die I want to dance
in Spain la jota, el pasodoble, y el flamenco
with a gypsy, with castanets in my hands, and
red wine on my lips, and I might even change the
color of my hair to black.
For life is a dream within a dream!