I choose life!


Yesterday, I was thinking about our hardwood floors. It makes the most sense to install new floors in the kitchen, and then refinish the upstairs so that it all matches. But then I got worrying that doing so would create a situation where I was uptight about my floors because they are only going to get scratched. And suddenly I felt this overwhelming feeling. Who Cares! That’s what floors are for, to be LIVED on. Why do we all want a home that doesn’t look lived in? Then I realized the same was true with our bodies, people want bodies that don’t look lived in. Wrinkles are a sign of life- of smiling, crying, expression. It struck me what an awfully cunning plan it is to convince mankind that the “ideal life” was one that was only attainable by not living fully. Interestingly, Scotter chose to watch Wall-E for movie night tonight, which only furthered my feelings. Distancing ourselves from reality is stifling. Real life is people, stains, wrinkles, scratches, bruises, broken arms, and vivid memories. Sure we can feed our children crumb-less chicken nuggets and occupy their days with TV so they don’t make messes or scratch our floors. But doesn’t that sound like our priorities are a little messed up? I’ve decided to embrace the patina of life. I want to be among the living. So bring on the stretch marks, the wrinkles, the scuffed up flooring and stained carpet. I choose life!


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