Hello SOTGC community,
It has been said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks — but then we aren’t quite old dogs are we? We all have routines and rituals we perform and follow through our days, but new traditions also have their place.
Last week my husband presented me with a brand new and beautiful robe to replace the fluffy pink monstrosity I have donned over the past 9 years. I was so excited to finally have a reason to off-load this holey housecoat and sport something a little more chic — a little more me. I mean, it was so 9 years ago, right?
I was surprised at the wave of emotions that flowed as I imagined tossing the frock in the can and shutting the lid. I was overwhelmed by the sweet memories and moments this robe had been part of — morning coffee on a sunlit porch, cozy nights by the fire with the one I love, the soft snuggles of my wee little ones, syrupy pancakes, bubble baths, movie nights, family breakfasts, maybe even a lazy day or two…or twenty. How could I imagine trashing something so special? Almost all recollection of its tattered, holey, flamboyantly pink-striped existence flew out the door and far-far away; I was quite smitten again with a piece of clothing I had just a bit ago imagined setting on fire with a triumphant hooray.
Of course, we all know that rather than a piece of fabric it was actually the memories and moments I actually held dear. Regardless, no one was prying this fuzzy wonder out of my kung-fu grip. I had suddenly invoked super-powers I never knew I had and would use them to serve and protect my beloved [and now absolutely gorgeous] gown.
Soon, something caught my eye —the new robe. Well, maybe I will try it on just once; to see how it looks. I thought. I slowly loosened my grasp on the old standby and put the new one on. Humph, it’s okay, I guess it’ll do. My 15 month old daughter toddled over and looked up at me with her big doe eyes, tugging on my sash she wanted to be held. A softy for a cuddle, I swept her up in my arms; with a sigh she nuzzled down into my robe. That was it, I was had. The robe had me at hello, or rather first nuzzle.
Standing back to look at this whole scenario, I see how we all find ourselves in similar situations throughout our day. We are modern dogs holding onto old tricks, sometimes refusing the new ones and maybe denying ourselves a little bit of happiness and new adventure along the way. Our dedication to our daily routine can get in the way of us truly having a wonderful day. What if we don’t get our regular mochafrappacappalatte because they served us a cappafrappemochachino instead? How do we go about business with a smile without our lucky pen, 5am yoga, or possibly facing a new, strange and totally unexpected co-worker seated near our desk?
What about the robe? It turns out my old robe will be sticking around. However, I won’t be wearing it; its previous purpose no longer serves me well. Instead, I have new plans. It still has life, some softness and warmth to usher in sleepy grins. It may undergo a transformation and become a small soft blankie or perhaps a plush cuddly friend. The cherished memories… they stay with me. I keep them close to my heart and carry them through my day. My robe evolves with me and becomes what I need because it is my perspective that serves me.
What perspective will you take through your day? Will you embrace a new adventure, a different caffeine drink, an unfamiliar co-worker? Or will you sit comfortably in your old tattered robe and dream about what life might be like without it.