It’s not quite the midnight hour, hubby and I just got back from the movies, we saw Four Christmases, it wasn’t so great, either. I’m just not having any luck at all with movies this Christmas season.
But that’s not what this post is about. However, something happened at the movies tonight that made me think once again of something John said to me a few months ago. In fact, I think I blogged about it before, but it’s worth a repeat.
During the hustle and bustle of being out and about this holiday season, his words have followed me everywhere I went and saved me a lot of time. What he told me that made such a difference was, “Don’t follow the herd.” He said this to me one day when we were out and about, while he went some alternate route through a back alley instead of waiting in a long line of traffic, and I’ve thought of it often since.
He said that the majority of people are like sheep, they blindly follow where others lead, and that we should never follow the herd, but strike out on our own. I’ve thought of that time and time again, when instead of waiting in a long line of traffic, I’ve purposely gone a different route. I’ve gone the opposite way of where I was heading and doubled back, I’ve gone thru the back exits at shopping centers, I use service roads instead of going with the flow of the traffic, I’ve tried to be creative in check out lanes in stores by going to some out of the way area and checking out quickly, instead of just standing in line with the herd at the main registers.
You may say, “duh, I know this.” “What is she blogging about this, for?” But do you really, do you conscientiously look for alternative routes instead of waiting patiently with everybody else? If you don’t, think about it, going a different direction is truly liberating.
I put this into practice tonight at the movies. Hubby parked the car, I was waiting in line to get tickets, the only line that was open, I might add, and it was extremely long.
Instead of just standing there waiting with the flock, I went to the registers that were closed, thinking that they would open up because the line was so long. Sure enough, after just a minute here came a guy and opened the register, and we were able to walk right in, while the herd stood there, waiting….
Silly post, perhaps, and maybe the rest of you are “mavericks” who strike out on their own, but I think perhaps not, maybe you can learn from this, too – think about it the next time you are in line for anything – try something different instead of just blindly following the herd, it really works. Smart son, I’ve got….
I’m grateful for -
- Hubby’s continued good health
- The smile on John’s face and the twinkle in his eye
- Ryan and Lindsay living so close and being able to visit so often, I still pinch myself sometimes…
- Maggie’s recovery from liver shunt and sweet Mollie in our lives
- Good friends that mean more to me with each passing year
- The country life, it soothes my soul every single day
- Online friends, I have some really special ones; without the internet I would have never known they existed
- A bit more wisdom, it really does come with age
- And finally, I’m grateful for the ability to get up every day and be self sufficient, it’s a wonderful thing that I try not to take for granted….
I’ve been having internet problems for a month now, I lose signal for a bit, then it comes back on. I’ve talked to my ISP, nothing has been resolved. Yesterday I was down from early afternoon until late last night. So I called them again this morning, and they sent out a little man.
Of course it was working when he got here, so he tightened some cables, messed with my modem with his gauges for a bit, pronounced it in great working order and left.
Well, I know it isn’t fixed, I’m just sitting here waiting for it to go down again, stressed to the max. I called Hooterville, she gave me some ideas, I swear that woman knows more than any of the technicians they have on their payroll.
Just wish I could roll with it like I used to, but I can’t do it anymore. So I’m in a mood, because I’m frustrated. Yeah, I know, in the overall scheme of things, I don’t really have anything to bitch about, but you all know how addicted I am to my computer(s). I’m thinking I need a major attitude adjustment! A burger and fries would help…. And a warm oatmeal or cookie or two might just help with the happy hormone. But of course, I’m eating healthy, so that’s out the window. Poor pitiful me….
I was talking to Maggie and Mollies breeders this morning, Anna and Stef, as we’re redoing some of their webpages, and Anna was telling me about Jack, a Yorkie she has now, and how he is the most special dog she’s ever had. She’s been breeding dogs for over twenty years, why is it that this particular dog means so much to her?
I understand what she means, because for me, Maggie is my one dog in a lifetime. Some of my friends get upset with me when I acknowledge this, but it’s true. There is just something about Maggie that is so special to me. It’s not that I don’t or haven’t loved my other dogs, dearly. I’m absolutely crazy about Mollie, she is the sweetest little soul, but there is just something about Maggie that tugs at my heartstrings like no other dog ever has... Just had to share that this afternoon
Christmas Day we went to the movies. There wasn’t a lot to chose from and against our better judgment, we went to see Marley and Me.
The movie was a stinker from the get-go. And then the dog dies! It was just an awful movie, not well written at all, Owen Wilson was horrid, Jennifer Aniston was the only bright spot. The dog was meaner than a snake. he was just an awful dog, and then he dies.
Well, we made it to the death scene, got up and walked out. John is dealing with an old dog, not in good health, we just didn’t need to watch the ending.
Save your money, if you’ve ever loved a dog, this movie is not for you!