Measure It in Love

We are a complaining society. We tend to grasp the negative and exploit it verbally to anyone that we feel will listen. I’m guilty of it too often as well.

We gripe and groan to our significant others, friends and family, and children, to strangers in line with us, managers who are in charge of overseeing an establishment and sometimes to our own ears. We criticize to people who can make changes, and those who can not. We grumble that something is too small, lasts too long, is too far away, or delivered via poor customer service. Sometimes it just feels normal to engage in this behavior. Often, I think we just fall into it easily, and comfortably.

WICKED has made it’s way to Orlando with a traveling Broadway Series troupe. It is no surprise that it has made it’s way to the forefront of my mind; something I encounter daily. Commercials and reviews on television, songs on the radio, Facebook posts of people who hold tickets, and sometimes, personally laden conversations.

Last fall, I promised to take a loved one to see Wicked for her birthday. Through tears, we have decided that may be too painful and we have decided not to go. (I owe her a birthday present!) A text from my mother, “The commercials for Wicked bring tears to my eyes. When I asked Caitlin what her favorite Broadway show was I was surprised to hear her say ‘Wicked.’ She explained ‘because its about friends and friendship.’ I don’t know why I was surprised; that heart was so pure and full of love.” Finally, an email from a friend, that held an attachment; an essay written by her daughter, a teenager. Teenagers stereotypically are among the biggest ‘complainers.’ A group known to be happy among each other, but consistently argue the reasons something is wrong with adults. This teenager, however, defies that stereotype, in her everyday words, actions and this week, in her kind, genuine and heartfelt school-assigned essay. (With her permission, I will print it in my book, on the pages following this post.)

With all the chatter surrounding this astounding Broadway hit, I have been flooded with memories from taking Caitlin and Courtney to see Wicked on Broadway. A few days ago, in a moment of (stupidity?, self-torture?) I played some of the songs.

While ‘For Good’ reminds me of Caitlin, it fills my heart with something else…

People come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn.And we are led to those, who help us most to grow…if we let them,And help them in return. Well, I don’t know if I believe that’s true. But I know I’m who I am today 

Because I knew you…

We each have people who have changed our lives because of their friendship or interactions in our lives. When is the last time we stopped expressing our dissatisfaction long enough to tell those people what they mean to our existence? To our life? To our hearts and happiness? And I mean, REALLY tell them; not a casual thank you, or strong pat on the back, but really told them.

It sounds a little too sweet, like when my kids insist on syrup AND powered sugar on top of their pancakes or waffles. It sounds a little too pure, too altruistic; like Snow White and her unbelievable innocence.

But we don’t know what the next 525,600 minutes will bring to our lives. How will you look back and measure this next year? Daylights? Sunsets? Midnights?

Take some of those moments so dear, and celebrate friends.

It’s time. Trust your instincts. Close your eyes and leap. Defy some gravity;) 

Let someone know, 

that you’ve been changed for the better,

and that because you knew them,

you’ve been changed….

for good.

with love, d 

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