While we were in a waiting room, my husband turned to me and started listing all of the good things that had happened to us in the month of April. I was actually shocked. We had made significant accomplishments in nearly every aspect of our lives. I was shocked because until he began reciting them, I had been mired in the details of a project that doesn’t seem to want to get done. He had, in just a moment’s time, pulled me out of the abyss and placed me at the 30,000 foot level. That view transformed me for days. What’s intriguing is that I’m usually the optimist of the family – somehow the roles switched that day and thankfully so.
It seems wherever I sit, or stand, within a group, some overly abundant body decides to sit or stand directly in front of me. All my life this has happened. In fact, I’ve begun a collection of photos which I’ve organized into a folder entitled “My View.” One such photo is shown here for clarity (or lack thereof). To compensate for this misfortune, I will almost always select the first row of the balcony whenever there is an opportunity to do so. That way, I can literally see without obstructions. And it also enables me to see the entire situation from above, providing a sharper context of whatever I’m observing. Since I prefer developing strategy opposed to implementing it, I wonder if the skill was developed as a result of my seating propensity.
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