Monday, June 30, 2014
Saving Things for Good
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
The line has stuck with me, and it comes back to me when I find something ruined because I was saving it for good.
The latest was a cute little bottle of Burt's Bees lotion my daughter got for me a couple of years ago. Why didn't I use it right away? I don't know. I thought I had to use up my regular lotion first. I thought I needed to save it for something special.
Turns out all I saved it for was a trash can. By the time I got to the bottle to open it, the mixture had congealed and I didn't get to use it at all.
I hate it when I do this. When, exactly, do I think I will enjoy the special things that surround me if I don't enjoy them now? Is there some just-around-the-corner tomorrow where the stars will align and I will feel I have worked hard enough to use the special instead of contenting myself with the everyday?
It's OK to eat the last of the raspberries - I don't have to save them for tomorrow; they'll be bad by then anyhow. Likewise the chocolate. (OK. It'll last longer than the raspberries, but still. How many times have I gone to the cupboard to find a delicious piece of chocolate gone gray and stale because I was saving it...)
It's OK to dip into my savings because my project is over budget. Hoarded wealth benefits no one (that was a quote earlier this week - I looked for it, but couldn't find it again...)
It's OK to use the little bottle of lotion. If it's gone, it's gone. At least I would have enjoyed it. And if I really like it, it's OK to buy more.
It's OK to treat me as if I'm special. As if I deserve to be treated now and again. Or even every day.
I'm going to try harder to enjoy the beauty around me. All of the days, not just the predetermined special ones. I know that more days could be special if I'd let them.
I will try.