Rose Colored Glasses

"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly."

In other words, there is serious power in perception, and this works in many ways. For one, some people believe in luck, and others believe in blessings. Some view bad luck as karma coming back to bite you in the ass. And it really is true that one man's trash is another man's treasure.

So how does this apply to this entry? I'm writing this one for those who feel a little discouraged right now. Think about how you are looking at your situation, and put a spin on it. Consider it chess, and take another look at the pieces on the board. Most likely you'll see a move that you didn't see before. And make your next move your best move. Rose colored glasses can be a great thing depending on what you see through them.

Now how does this apply to LadyLove? Interesting you would ask. Like I said, this concept works in many ways, for instance, you could've lost $10 today, but wherever you left it, you made someone's day when they found it. Likewise, I feel like that ten dollar bill. Some people take me for granted, feel that I'm "old faithful", and have the nerve to try to pull the wool over my eyes. I laugh at those people because I'm smarter than I let on. On the other hand, some people consider me a commodity, a treasure, and they respect me a whole lot. This has happened in social situations, friendships, the workplace, etc. It's just life. How people perceive you will dictate how they act towards you.

Now the juice? Ok, let's get it. I like John, and I made that clear. He took that knowledge and categorized me as someone he had power over. Big mistake. But in some ways, it was true. I allowed him to {key word allowed} get big headed because I paid him too much attention, knowing that he already thought he was God's gift to women. I perceived him to be mature enought to handle the truth, but he wasn't. Ha. On the flipside, Oliver would kiss the ground I walk on. He calls me "wifey material", and he is not trying to be with me, because we are not a match, but he always tells me that if we were, he would snap me up in a minute. Giggle.

So why doesn't John see what Oliver does? What prompts perception? For instance, why do certain people tense up when they see a black man walking down the street like he's automatically a criminal? Why am I a peasant by some standards, but to others I'm a queen? It's not so much that I wonder why, but why it's one way for certain people and another way for others. The world may never know. The one good thing about it all is that you can change YOUR perception. You most definitely can believe whatever you want to. And though that can be sticky in some ways, in my book it's a plus...if I knew how to do it. For some reason I would rather mope about John's perception rather than bask in Oliver's. One day I'll learn.

Til then, I feel like a caterpillar that can no longer crawl. One day I'll realize I can fly.