Sunday Scribblings; Solace

Today's post is my second contribution to Sunday Scribbligs. Take the link and to find out where other bloggers find their Solace.





If my solace was a place, it would be where I could sink my feet in the sand, feel the wind in my hair, and taste the salty sea on my lips. But I think solace should be a place from within. A place where I am free to be me.



Sometimes I sit and wonder what it would be like if I did whatever I felt like doing; no matter what others might think. The freedom to say what is really on my mind. The right to wear whatever feels good. The luxury of not doing anything at all if that is what I choose. But instead I must plaster a Mcdonalds smile on my face and say, "have a nice day," to the people that I would least like to see have a nice day. I must dress for success and always be age appropriate. Every day I drag myself out of bed to get ready for a job that I hate and does not really reflect who I am inside. I kiss up to the boss in hopes of a fat raise or an early promotion. I pretend to be interested when my friends tell me how great that little Bobby is for the twelfth time this week. I come home every day only to put in another full days work by making dinner, spiffing up the house, running the kids to soccer, helping them with their homework and then reading them a lovely story before bed.
What would happen if I suddenly became true to myself?
What if I did what I was truly meant to do?
No more wondering if my neighbor really likes my dog or my girlfriend loves the way that I dress. No worries about whether my husband finds me funny or my guests love my decorating sense.
I would speak my mind at all times.
What if we all had this luxury?
What would the world be like?
Could we handle such candor?
Do you know your true self?
Do you have an inner muse?
Who is she? Can she speak for herself/or for you?
Would our world suddenly become an unbearable place?
If everyone ate what they wanted and said what they thought.
We might end up a bunch of extra, extra large bullies with bed hair, wrinkled clothing and really bad breath.
Or maybe the world would turn as it should without stress, envy, greed and pompous act. Maybe we would cut down on the rate of disease or self inflicted ailments.
I wonder could we live in this kind of place?
If we did, who would we be?
Who would you be?
What is the first thing that you would do or change about your life?
Take a moment and let me know what you think without the sugar coating or pompous act please; just the real you.
Can you do it?



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XO-Mya

Whose Skin are You In?

Well, "Free to Be" (previous post) was kind of an unrealistic idea. But I do think we can take this concept and use it in moderation. I like the idea of being real not only in personality but in our life's path. So many of us live our lives in someone else's skin. (Just a second while I check to see whose skin I'm in). We never give ourselves the opportunity to realise our own dreams. In a perfect world money would not play a part in our choice of career paths. But we all know that most of us live a far cry from a perfect world. I wonder if, we were allowed to choose our life's work and still make an adequate income, would we suddenly be happy and fulfilled? I think we could as long as death, disease or some other unfortunate event didn't rear it's ugly head.
This all came to light because of the recent change in my life. I was thrust into reality when a new boss took over and turned my life inside out. It made me realise that people put on such a false pretense of who they really are. Maybe they have a false sense of themselves. It made me wonder if we really know ourselves at all? I wished that I could have portrayed my true self and feelings, instead of playing nice. The reality is that we are all so afraid of being rude to another person, that we will get into an elevator with a perfect stranger, even though we feel uncomfortable and our instincts are telling us that this is not a good idea. We do this because we are afraid of being rude and hurting someone's feelings. The truth is that no other animal other than a human will do this. They all follow animal instinct not animal etiquette. I don't condone rude or mean behavior, but I do think that we do need to take a stand for ourselves. I did not stand up for myself in my most recent plight. When I was backed up to the edge, I jumped. Yes, I do have a few bumps and bruises but they are healing slowly. Although this was a drastic measure, it allowd me to leave with my dignity and itegrity intact. I am sure that something wonderful will come of it. (You can't see my fingers crossed behind my back;] ) I may have bent up my ego and my dignity a bit, but they are still there. I do wish however I had been able to speak my mind and say how I really felt rather than playing the nice girl, now last in line on payday. Oh, I forgot, I'm not in line yet.