Love What You See

I'm watching Pushing Daisies, Season 2, Episode 2. Having exactly 2 minutes and 53 seconds left to the show the Private Investigator begins to say these words, "Love what you see."

The facts are: At the beginning of the episode a tense, "perfect" mother came to the Private investigator asking for help in finding her missing daughter, whom she missed very much. At the same time, the Pie Maker, Olive, Chuck and the two unmarried sisters who Chuck calls Aunts are all attempting to handle change and learn to let go. Through a series of events, that shall be referred to as the plot of the episode, the tense, "perfect" mother was reunited with her daughter. She began to tell her daughter how much trouble she had caused and seemed to forget how much she had missed her daughter two seconds before the exact time in which the Private Investigator said these words, “Love what you see."

I suppose if you don't watch Pushing Daisies then that was confusing. The show is narrated that way and I felt that it was fitting.

"Love what you see." I love that that phrase was said right at that moment. The mother claimed she didn't know who her daughter was anymore. Emerson Cod (the Private Investigator) commanded her to love what she saw. It didn't matter that she had changed. She was still her daughter and she still needed to love her. Ned (the Pie Maker), Olive, Chuck and her Aunts learned to do the same with the change in their lives, though it was not easy.

Life will not always be the same. Change is hard to accept for most people. I'm definitely one of them. No matter how much I hate it, it will still happen. When it does I only have two choices. I can make myself miserable wishing for how it could and "should be"; or I can simply love what I see.

A Glass Slipper

I am not a very clumsy person. I fall down and spill my food a lot but I don't really break very many things (except for cups...they are just too fragile!). Okay, maybe I’m clumsy. Nonetheless, I've only broken two things in my apartment that were made of glass since I moved in. I am not able to forget that I did. Why? Because I'm still finding glass.

I'm not dirty. I vacuum. Yet somehow, for the second time this fall, I have pulled two shards of glass from my foot. The first experience was rather painful. I cried. A lot. By the second time, I sort of felt like a pro at pulling glass from my bare foot so it went a tad smoother.

It got me to thinking about what would have happened if Cinderella's shoes broke while she was wearing them? Would she still have ended up with Prince Charming? It's awfully hard to dance with glass sticking out of your foot. Would she have been angry at her godmother? I mean, sure, the slippers were given as the best present of her life but there were so many ways that it could have ended, and some of them are not so good. In a lot of ways, she was just lucky.

What I love so much about it though is that she didn't care about those other scenarios. She didn't argue with her godmother about the fact that glass shoes are just never a good idea. She didn’t think about the risk involved. She knew what she wanted and went, enjoying her gift while she could.

I realize she was just a fictional character but I still don’t think that is a bad way to live. Life is not forever. I'm not trying to be depressing, it's just a fact. Life is a gift and there are so many ways that could end. Sometimes, we can't control the bad things that play into our gift. We don’t ask for shoes of death. But we still control other things in life, like our thoughts and outlooks. If we can realize that our life is still a wonderful gift, glass shoes and all, then maybe we can enjoy it while we can.

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Autumn

I found this and I felt it fit again...

It's a beautiful day. Oh goodness, there is just something about Fall, I promise you! People say that Spring and Fall are the same, but they aren't. You see when Fall comes you've been through the bitter Winter of last year, and the intense rains of the Spring, and even the hot dry Summer (both physically and metaphorically). Thus, by the time Fall comes the weather is cool and the wind is singing to you the songs of peace. The leaves put on a different costume and dance in your honor because you made it through the difficult times! Yes, in Fall you simply have to bask in this glory. You can't complain about the cold Winter that's ahead because then you don't even revel in this peace, in this beauty that is all around.