During the months leading up to our wedding, I had the idea lodged in my mind that we had to get an area rug. Why in the world was I thinking about an area rug at a time when I should have been searching high and low for my wedding shoes? So I gave myself a budget and headed to Home Goods in hopes of scoring a quality, stylish, moderately priced, rug. The summer selection was packed with possibilities so naturally, I expected to find the same thing. Wrong. All wrong-the colors were all wrong. How could it be? We were down to the wire and Home Goods was my ace in the hole, my sure bet, my “Girl look what I bought!” The Area Rug angels were off that day and the next and crap-Wedding Day and no rug.
So fast forward past a beautiful no Area Rug Wedding Day and on to a Hawaiian Honeymoon that was thick and lush with love and laughter and suddenly, today, I get hit with the idea to stop by the Burbank Thrift store after my oil change. I walk in, not knowing what I was looking for and Bam! There on the back wall was a beautiful, maroon area rug with bamboo on it-brand new-living room sized for the whopping price of forty buckaroos. I looked around thinking ,is anyone else seeing this? Why aren’t these things flying off the shelf? I knew I had hit the lotto. I snatched up the rug, paid, and hurried to the car before some crazy clerk chased me down proclaiming that a pricing era had been made.
Later that evening, during my meditation, I gazed lovingly at my new rug. The thought came to me, if I recognize the beauty and value of a rug, and know a good deal when I see one (scooped that thing up like a wild woman) then why do I sometimes struggle to see the value in myself? Aren't I a great deal worth scooping up?
While I recognize certain qualities about myself(I'm kind, generous ,and I make a mean Tofu scramble), I don't actively take ownership of my abiilities and character-I kind of take myself for granted, not all the time, but sometimes. I mean, why am I giving inanimate objects love, attention, and a special place in my home while nitpicking, poking and prodding myself whenever the mood strikes?
Why sit on the shelf in the back of my own heart and mind when there is so much worth here? Hmmm...I think it's time to scoop myself up.
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