Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The "Core" of the Kitchen: Ah Ha...
The "Core" of the Kitchen: Ah Ha...: And so this morning I think to myself, "This client, job, circumstance, is really being difficult." And then I realized that is my percept...
Ah Ha...
And so this morning I think to myself, "This client, job, circumstance, is really being difficult." And then I realized that is my perception of the task at hand. This client. Job. Or circumstance doesn't think they are being difficult.
And so, if I change my perception to feel that there is nothing that I can't work through - this client, this job, this circumstance, this perception becomes a much smaller hurdle. This little hurdle I can handle. It just prepares me for the next one. And I can handle that one too.
Ah Ha moment. Here we are...
And so, if I change my perception to feel that there is nothing that I can't work through - this client, this job, this circumstance, this perception becomes a much smaller hurdle. This little hurdle I can handle. It just prepares me for the next one. And I can handle that one too.
Ah Ha moment. Here we are...
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Pawned
Today I digress from design. It was an unfortunate experience that brought me to a pawn shop this morning, my first ever visit. A theft occured to a family member and gratefully some of the irreplaceable items were recovered by one terrific sherrif - to whom I am indebted.
There was no "Chumley" on staff, no grumpy crumudgeon father figure barking orders from a swivel chair. There were broken dreams, broken promises and broken benefactors of what was left. A charm enscribed "WWJD" - "What Would Jesus Do" was slumped next to a ruby studded heart. Engagement rings of another era, set in fine filigree and white gold were shrouded by a baby shoe charm and a tray of diamond solitares. All bought for a song with the true intent long gone.
These items intended to coerce a smile, to bring delight, to warm a heart, to commerate an event now sit unattended, their value derailed. The sparkle sits tattered, the newness now gone. Undervalued and unloved, these gems sit idle, lackluster in their silence.
Sentiment is an emotion that cannot be bought. But sadly, and quite easily it seems, it can be sold.
There was no "Chumley" on staff, no grumpy crumudgeon father figure barking orders from a swivel chair. There were broken dreams, broken promises and broken benefactors of what was left. A charm enscribed "WWJD" - "What Would Jesus Do" was slumped next to a ruby studded heart. Engagement rings of another era, set in fine filigree and white gold were shrouded by a baby shoe charm and a tray of diamond solitares. All bought for a song with the true intent long gone.
These items intended to coerce a smile, to bring delight, to warm a heart, to commerate an event now sit unattended, their value derailed. The sparkle sits tattered, the newness now gone. Undervalued and unloved, these gems sit idle, lackluster in their silence.
Sentiment is an emotion that cannot be bought. But sadly, and quite easily it seems, it can be sold.
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