My daughter is currently working on a paper for her English class which she has titled, “The Epitome of Morals.” Obviously, I am the subject matter. Oh, okay that’s not true. It’s Atticus Finch.
I’m going to try really hard not to take the moral high-ground here, because I am nothing if not flawed. I have a lot of remorse and regret over past behavior and I still make errors every single day. That’s because I’m human. It’s not an excuse, but it’s a fact. None of us walk a perfect straight and narrow.
But, at what point do we draw a line and say someone has morally crossed it?
The truth is, not much has changed since Harper Lee wrote To Kill a Mockingbird. Mockingbirds are still being slain while bluejays fly free. More and more and more, every single day. Are you a mockingbird? Are you making the world a better place? Do you treat people with love, kindness and respect? Are you singing a beautiful song?
We would all be better people if we had a little Atticus Finch in us; if we were courageous, strong, calm and kind. Maycomb isn’t just a symbol of my town or your town – it’s a symbol of me and you. It’s the good and the bad within us and which one we choose to display.
I’m thankful my daughter recognizes the morals of Atticus as a citizen, lawyer, father, neighbor and friend.
It’s too bad he’s just a character in a book.
I cried real tears when my first pair of favorite jeans got an irreparable hole in an unfortunate spot. Ahem. There are only so many places you can put a patch.
There have been a lot of favorite jeans since that first pair and each time I must part with the buttery-soft denim and their perfect fit, my heart breaks a little. The loss of something familiar, even after it has become unrecognizable, torn and ratty, is not easy for me to do. I have no desire to forego comfort for something shinier.
I like being comfortable. I like flannel shirts and furry socks. I like snuggling. Everyone likes to be comfortable, right? Not necessarily.
Some people need to feel itchy in their skin. They need constant movement, exploring unknowns, and excitement. And, while I am looking forward to new adventures, I still prefer them with a heavy side of fireplace, old movie, dogs at my feet, and a pot pie in my belly.
Unknowns make me feel tormented, scared, and a little bit crazy. I don’t like getting new cars, I hate the idea of moving, or the kind of exhilaration people get when they buy new things. I like the feel of old jeans, worn and broken-in in all the right places.
Irreparable holes be damned.
I will start this post by letting you know that I took my sleeping pill about 10 minutes ago; usually that would be enough time to crank a quick paragraph out for National Blog Posting Month, but I washed my face and brushed my teeth and missed my window. I am already backspacing a lot and misspelling about every other word. Like, right there, I spelled window, “winder”.
People who read my blog from West Virginia are all, “Youcan spell it winder if you want tuh!”
This is not to point out poor English speaking skills in Appalachia, but rather the West Virginia accents of our friends up the street who brought Appalachia to us. It should be noted, that after three glasses of my husband’s homemade wine, everyone speaks like they’re from Appalachia. It makes for a fun evening of board games.
Okay, now we’re moving on to the free form portion off the post. This happens just a few minutes before I pass out. Often I’m talking on the phone with Melisa and then……………………. silence. She nicknamed me Radio because her end of the conversation falls into radio silence. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
The next paragrah is after a 10 miniyut brealk.
(Redacted. The spelling got ugly after this and the content mostly involved an ice cream bar.)
I like words. Words motivate me, heal me, make me stronger and help me find peace. I read quotes, daily, for all of those reasons.
I started looking for words about loyalty to put with a picture of my dog for today’s slacker post; my favorite of which was, “If you want loyalty, get a dog. If you want loyalty and attention, get a smart dog.” – Grant Fairley
But, while I was looking, I found words that are very much human, instead.
And, that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Commitment to school, work, eating right, relationships, exercise – commitment is what holds everything together. Have you ever reached a goal without it?
I’ve been committed to doing a lot of work on my exterior in the past, but as I’m getting older I see the need for more work on my interior. I have some broken parts, literally and figuratively, and unfortunately they are not fixed with beer and chocolate.
So, I’m making a big commitment to myself today. I’m not going to share it here, because it’s MY commitment to MYSELF, but if I succeed I promise I’ll let you in on it in the spring.
If I don’t succeed, I’ll probably tell you that too.