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An every-so-often installment of ongoing sparkling thoughts.
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09/21/06 TwinkleGram from Charlene When I'm not in a hurry, I have all the time in the world. When I'm in a hurry, all things (traffic lights, hairdos, ringing phones, grocery store lines, technical support, dry cleaning, hair appointments, Novocain, fast food, airlines, typing fingers, sunsets, sunrises, elevators . . . ) are either desperately slow, come too fast--so fast that I miss them--or don't work at all. Case in point. Recently I was in a hurry and I was hurrying. Sometimes I'm in a hurry, but by grace (or injury) I am not hurrying. But this time I was. I hopped in the shower, lathered up, grabbed my razor -- my brand new never tried before razor - and went to town shaving my pits and legs. WOW! Talk about a fabulous GLIDE factor! I barely felt the disposable implement skating over my skin. Now THIS, I thought to myself, is how it's supposed to be! I think I'll buy another pack of these while they're still on sale and before I throw the bag away and forget what brand they are. And then I ran my hand over the top of my right leg. (Remember, I was hurrying so therefore wasn't checking results along the way.) Stubble. "Huh. Must have missed this swipe." I grab the razor, swipe a few times more. Stubble check: stubble. I set the razor down to check both legs and both pits. Stubble. Doesn't feel like a single rowdy hair was removed. Hurrying (Hear the clock ticking? I should be DRESSED already!), I step out of the shower and drip my way across the bathroom floor to scrounge in the cabinet for my old razor. Hurrying, I nearly fall on my keister since I'm slipping through my own drippings. Safely back in the tub, I zip-zap shave. A few scratches later (and now I am LATER than late) I leave the tub, towel dry my body and my blood, wing around getting dressed while applying a few dabs of makeup and head out. Damp hair, scalped skin, dialing my cell phone to explain why I'm not there yet. Upon my return home, I grab that useless razor out of the shower area. Before tossing it, I don my glasses and check the brand to make sure I NEVER buy another dud like that. Amazing what you can discover when you're wearing your glasses, like that while I was hurrying I didn't realize the razor blades were capped by a plastic (very glide-y) safety shield. And before that, while I was hurrying to rip open the bag and toss one in the shower, I didn't notice the safety cap. And before that, while I was hurrying I did about a hundred other stupid things. You know that old motto, Better safe than sorry? Well how about this one? Better slow than dumb and hairy. When I slow down, I ultimately go faster since no do-overs are necessary. When I slow down the ignition on my temper, I don't need to SCREAM at other things (like inanimate objects that work perfectly fine without SAFETY SHIELDS), people or situations. When I'm cruising instead of wrecklessly hammering down, I'm also going slow enough to remember my own doofusness, which helps me offer grace to others. When I slow down, I don't get ahead of me, sanity or God. Amen. Where I'm gearing up to hurry (although I'll try to be on time) Peace and grins, To read Charlene's new travel blog, click HERE For a list of my speaking topics visit www.dontmissyourlife.com/book.html Come Cruise With Me Subscribe to the TwinkleGram Web site: http://www.welcometopartonville.com TwinkleGram Archives 6/2/04 | 8/20/04 | 10/08/04 | 10/25/04 | 12/14/04 | 1/19/05 | 3/4/05 | 4/21/05 | 6/13/05 Don't forget to check in every once in a while to see what’s on Charlene’s mind. From the profound to the pathetic, she's happy to have her own non-edited corner in which to ramble on about whatever she'd like whenever the mood strikes her - which might be sooner or later! Or, subscribe to the TwinkleGram and have it delivered fresh to your email - just click the "Subscribe to the TwinkleGram" link at the top of this page. ©Notice: Materials on this page are © by Charlene Baumbich 2003-2005 |
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