The minister smiled real big, like they do. He had an assignment for us for the following week. Show of hands: who wants to grow?
All hands went up.
Except mine. My friend raised it for me and called me a weirdo. Because duh. Who doesn’t want to grow?
I don’t want to grow.
I’m fine just as I am. Growth presumes a dissatisfaction with the present.
They say: If you’re not moving forward, you’re moving backwards.
What if that’s wrong. What if it’s: if you’re not having fun, you’re doing it wrong.
Even better: Do whatever you want. Have fun or not. It’s your party. Cry if you want to.
His assignment was to bless each person who annoys us this week. When they offend, take a deep breath and think “thank you.” Because they’re there to teach you a lesson.
Nah. I’m good. I’m tired of learning lessons. I’m ready to play. It’s too easy to put up with bullshit when I’m trying to “learn a lesson.”
No more bullshit. Instead:
I’ll bless my best friend who says I’m insane and loves me anyway.
I’ll bless my daughter when she crawls into bed with me, spooning me with her chin hooked over my shoulder.
I’ll bless my new friend with whom conversation and laughter comes so easy.
I’ll bless perfect timing when I ran up to the store and saw a good friend and made a date for the flea market next week.
I’ll bless the awesome sweater I bought 10 years ago in San Francisco and recently found again in my closet. It’s as cool today as it was then.
I’ll bless smart doctors who listen to me and don’t roll their eyes.
And that’s just the past 24 hours.
I’m thinking if I keep blessing them, maybe the annoying people won’t even matter. You see what you look for.
This is a lot more fun. I’m going with Do whatever you want. Grow. Or not. Cry. Or not. Languish. Or not. Dance. Or not.
It’s your party.