Even the strongest swimmers can only flail for so long.
Sometimes dramatic thoughts and not thinking about the realistically or literally or common sensically, way, is fun. It’d endearing to my own self. I believe in it . For the fun. For the youthfulness.
And standing on that once upon a time wizard feel, is a fantastic. I feel the confidence that comes with being proud. that’s easy to feel when you have the audience praise popping around the stage of life you’re making. And when you don’t , when you find that the spark’s been sucked up, or you cant light wet ash, you create the fire,you become the rest of the part you stumbled with.
In growing older, you question whether you are being the so young so too much and you wonder about the crowd u want to attract.
And once you realize the place you want to exist in for yourself, you can love that you can know the power in the relationship you make with who you are.
To hold my head
under water running,
to teach me that to strain against flow
is the watered down epitome
of self destruct.
When you bite your tongue
a heart corner of mine
I need you to speak your insides.
All the minutes
of any second.
Even if scary and dark,
even if you know it will hurt me.
When your tongue is bitten
you only ever stay where your words are.
I need you outside-
to see and hear and feel your insides
on the outside.
Then you’ll know that
your whole being
is being loved.
And not just your representative.
We are all customers.
At some point in our week, our month, we carry that title.
Here’s ways we can be better ones :
- Sometimes we see people we haven’t seen in a really long time. So we park our carts, swoop in for a hug and let the excitement, feigned surprise, whatever it is, drop out of our faces and land in the aisle that we are…oblivious we are blocking. This old new friend may be speeling on what is new in their life and how the old is really quite new to you because it’s been so long ‘ Has it REALLY been this long Megan!? ‘, but you NEED to interrupt them and move out of the way!
I get it, I really do- we want it to be as real and unchoppy and least awkward as possible. The last thing we’re focusing on is the slowly growing line behind us and that one behind them? We’re totally ignoring it! It’s easier!
But no! Make the cut in the convo and use 10 seconds to situate in a more appropriate place.
Better yet, get their number and schedule a catch-up date!
- So you see me – the employee- bent over a box of chicken noodle soup, quietly working away. I look up and politely say hello when I see you and you do the same and proceed to walk the decently long amount PAST me to the checkout. Yo. Just tell me you’re going to the counter, that you’re done your shopping. Then you don’t have to be waiting for me when you get there and we both don’t have to feel stupid. Deal? Deal!
- Please for the love of Peter Pan, ( and if you don’t love him, then Belle !) , don’t get upset with me for something I can’t fix. I understand, you’re frustrated, stressed and I have no idea how your day has been. Of course, you don’t know how mine has been either and all that your madness does for me is make it difficult to continue being nice to other customers. Customers that are you on any other given day. The issue does not get fixed with anger and specially on someone that can do nothing but call the Manager up. If you’re going to be angry about it, at least spare me the wrath and just ask for the head guy in the first place.
- I know not all machines need to know whether it’s debit or credit you have. And I know it’s part of my job to ask you which one you are using. But please don’t just shove or swipe or tap before we punch it into our computer. Let’s figure out which payment method you’re using and then wait till I say it’s good to go. Many attempt and get annoyed when it doesn’t go through all because they were 3 seconds too quick.
- This may be a really obvious one but I still get the occasional person on their phone. A lady actually paid, kept the bags I had just packed on the counter and proceeded to text while two people stood behind her waiting. Ouch.
- I know it’s not always the way, but try and shop when you aren’t in a hurry. Everything takes way longer when you are and a lot of times your impatience is obvious and even contagious.
- Please refrain from wearing headphones?! This may be just a tiny, tacky one that is mostly just personal. But I feel insulted when you show up to pay with them inside your ears- even if the music is turned off. I just feel slightly disrespected.
- I’ve seen this too many times but it’s one of my bigger pet peeves with customers.
That 87 year old man? Yeah, he may be slower and about as brittle as chalk, but do NOT weasel your way past him as he’s trying to get his Parkinsons’ hand of coins into his pocket. Only just to plop your items vehemently down on the counter before he has even taken his off, thus left still waiting because I will not begin to scan you through until he is well on his way! Respect the genuine slow of people and be patient. If you’re gonna drop your goods in line because they’re getting heavy,ask the person behind you to hold your spot and snag a basket and vow next time you’ll pick one up on the way in.
So those are some things perhaps we can remember and all get better at practicing!
I know we all slip up every now and then some days are more off then others, but as long as we’re aware and willing to be better.
Happy Shopping either way and remember, everyone just wants a pleasant experience whether it be customers, employees or volunteering mascot children outside of the store. Even vomiting ones IN the store.
Yay, Let’s go Happy Customering now!
Do you ever think back to a time period with someone and can’t remember who you really were?
A few years spent together with a person and you can’t bring your imagination to recreate how you were, how you felt.
Thoughts like these make me wonder me.
If I’m to change so drastically again- as perhaps is a continual cycle- then I and the people in my life will either have to adapt together on this or be left in the past.
Present me knows that whoever I end up choosing to spend my entire life with, has to know that the Future me could potentially forget who I was. That Present me will change.
So it is important that the Present Other knows my heart and my core – and loves THOSE parts of me. Not the ones that will change so extremely.
” You ain’t ever gonna know how to be, until you are. ”
You take the good stuff in your life that happens, you take it and when it happens, you get really happy and excited and make sure nothing can make you feel otherwise. You explore that land of happy, and you take happy seeds and plant them and let your beads of happy sweat fall onto the soil. Let your excitement and thrill of the happy be the rays of sun and oxygen for these seeds. Breed happy. Make Happy so happy that it desires to come back. Again
It’s going to love the field you grow and every time you walk through it, let the feeling of happy permeate. Acknowledge it. Let your happy babble trickle through the leafery so that every piece in your land, naturally flutters with anticipation of producing more Happy.
I am not on good behaviour. I AM it. I am not dieting with happiness. I AM it.
I have good disposition and awareness, the desire to be in a positive ball of change.
I’ll roll and I’ll roll and if I wipe out-because I often do- I have made it the habit to pick myself up and dust off the drips from my eyes, pat my bruises and smirk a little.
I have made it automatic to have Pride walk in and hug me after each time I get up.
And thats Motivation being cool and taking my hand. Which keeps me being the ball of positive and bouncing back up and off of walls.
This is not behaving good or feeling tremendous or hoping for the best.
It is BEING good. BEING tremendous. BEING the best.
Being isn’t tempermental.
It’s a life long habit of wonderful wonderful things you get to choose.
Do being right.
You can’t go wrong.
So my leap last night, shall be explained as such:
A skittling speeded up motion of a caterpiller on a log. Crimpling around into a cocoon he makes. Brittle edges-but fast remember. It’s all fast, jittery, unanticipated motion.
Then skip to the next part. Where the butterfly begins cracking open the home. Fast, jittery, everywhere motion. A wing,an antenna. A leg. Crackling, big.
And then the whole creature is out, putting legs together and then and then, a slow now, a slow motion burst of angelic, unstable lift. Off the log. A flap of the wings, one, two, up now.
HAAACHA GRUAH CHOMP.
There’s a lizard. And it crushes the first few breaths of that butterfly. Dissolves any notion of living. Any more ideas of flapping and flying and eating and being pretty.
That was my attempt at a leap.
It sucked, it did.
But you know,
that lizard gets a sense of movement beyond him. And he drops himself into a change of colour. Blending and stopping all killing. Instinct to staying alive in the midst of danger.
The butterfly is weak, one leg torn off. A wing crumpled, an antenna bent.
It has wings still. It can fly. It can fly, it can fly.
So push off from almost her death bed, she rises, with a new burst of self.
I will live, I will live, I will leap again she says.
I will leap again.