Lately, I've felt the need to write, but I haven't had the epiphany.
Well, I had the epiphany.
In one of my bouts of insomnia, I ended up in one of those deep conversations. Per the usual.
The essence of the conversation went like this: I had to describe myself. I described myself as a workaholic who doesn't quite seem to know what they're doing and is just a little bit damaged from the past. And highly over caffeinated.
The response was the kicker. The essence of the response was, I see you as someone who has a plan and is incredibly driven, and is incredibly passionate and throws herself into everything she does; and yes, she's over caffeinated.
Me being my snarky self, I said you see through rose colored glasses.
The response? "No, I see the real you."
And to be honest, even though I'm writing at my desk now holding my India mug of coffee for dear life, I think I'm still thinking in that moment. And now I wonder, what do I see?
Do I see through rose colored glasses? Do I see reality? Or do I see things in a kind of negative fifty shades of grey? (Read: fifty shades of negativity and indifference)
I like to think of myself as pragmatic. I see things as they are. I'm critical, but I try to be honest. I would rather know the truth than to lie to myself for a feigning moment.
But I have to wonder, how exactly do we choose to see the world? Is my pragmatic view really negative? Is the rose colored view really correct? Are we given a point of view, or do we choose one?
So tell me, what do you see?
I don't think I know the answer. I think my lens changes daily. The lens is a swinging pendulum. There's something about my pendulum that tends to get stuck in one area. But I think at some point we all get stuck. It's the horrible bosses, the overwhelming amounts of homework, the failing friendships and relationships. It's a world of lines, dimensions, but no color.
But there's variety. There's another side to the world. It's not just lines. It's dimension and color. It's like a pinwheel. It's constantly moving and providing us a different color and a different view on things.
Don't get me wrong, my wardrobe is still going to be all black, or very, very dark grey.
But if you ask me, I'm going to switch to the rose colored glasses.
"I see the world from both sides. The colorful and the dark. Either way, I move forward, whether bright or dark."
Well, I had the epiphany.
In one of my bouts of insomnia, I ended up in one of those deep conversations. Per the usual.
The essence of the conversation went like this: I had to describe myself. I described myself as a workaholic who doesn't quite seem to know what they're doing and is just a little bit damaged from the past. And highly over caffeinated.
The response was the kicker. The essence of the response was, I see you as someone who has a plan and is incredibly driven, and is incredibly passionate and throws herself into everything she does; and yes, she's over caffeinated.
Me being my snarky self, I said you see through rose colored glasses.
The response? "No, I see the real you."
And to be honest, even though I'm writing at my desk now holding my India mug of coffee for dear life, I think I'm still thinking in that moment. And now I wonder, what do I see?
Do I see through rose colored glasses? Do I see reality? Or do I see things in a kind of negative fifty shades of grey? (Read: fifty shades of negativity and indifference)
I like to think of myself as pragmatic. I see things as they are. I'm critical, but I try to be honest. I would rather know the truth than to lie to myself for a feigning moment.
But I have to wonder, how exactly do we choose to see the world? Is my pragmatic view really negative? Is the rose colored view really correct? Are we given a point of view, or do we choose one?
So tell me, what do you see?
I don't think I know the answer. I think my lens changes daily. The lens is a swinging pendulum. There's something about my pendulum that tends to get stuck in one area. But I think at some point we all get stuck. It's the horrible bosses, the overwhelming amounts of homework, the failing friendships and relationships. It's a world of lines, dimensions, but no color.
But there's variety. There's another side to the world. It's not just lines. It's dimension and color. It's like a pinwheel. It's constantly moving and providing us a different color and a different view on things.
Don't get me wrong, my wardrobe is still going to be all black, or very, very dark grey.
But if you ask me, I'm going to switch to the rose colored glasses.
"I see the world from both sides. The colorful and the dark. Either way, I move forward, whether bright or dark."
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