Opportunities

Opportunities come and go.  Unutilized they wither and die.  Happy pump day!  Another chance to open your smile and let it shine.  You thought Wednesday was about shoes with heels? I think you’re playing games.  I know you know that I know that you know…. Let’s not take that any further… Everyday is whatever you want it to be; whatever you make it.

Sure, it’s easier said than done; or is it finished?  I guess it’s not finished until it’s done.

Once you’ve decided to do something do you follow through? Or do you hem and haw (not sure how to haw but I once was pretty good at hemming)?  Uncertainty, equivocation, second-guessing and [insert the number] guessing can tear at even the most stout of countenances.

When opportunity knocks do you ignore hoping it goes away and leaves you alone? “I’m busy, come back later!” You think, or if you are brash you say it out loud.  Another knock, this one more urgent and you tense up.  Maybe it's a salesperson hawking those damned magazines.  I’ve got a bookshelf full of them and I don’t even like them.

When the knock comes the third time you may be drawn like a bee to honey. Do you answer the door in a housecoat and curlers?  Suppose it’s the person of your dreams?  Will you be ready for the unexpected?

“How can I be prepared for the unexpected?  Why can’t I be prepared for the expected?”  That was a rhetorical question right?

Preparedness comes in many forms.  In the prior example you could be polished on the outside but tarnished on the inside.  “What does that mean?” Physically ready but not emotionally prepared. Ever encounter that juxtaposition?

I know, I know.  Some of us wait a lifetime for the exact opportunity that fits the missing puzzle piece in the picture that is our life.

I’m as guilty as the next person for wanting perfection.  My missing piece has two innies and two outies.  I’m usually finding a one and two combination but the two and two combination hasn’t shown up yet.  I’m not promoting the employment of a three pound sledgehammer to force the piece to fit.

Does that mean I give up?  Do I throw in the towel, surrender?  Do I allow myself to back slide?  Am I weaker because another day scurried by without so much as a glance in my direction?

Life can be frustrating.  It can leave you high and dry, or low and wet.  I guess it depends where you are. 

There’s an interesting anecdote about picking up the pieces.  If you never drop them; if you bolster a weakness; apply glue to a fissure, you’ll never have to collect what never scattered.  Don’t allow your countenance to be the consistency of fine china. If you feel fragile place a coat of clear plastic to reinforce. The likelihood you will withstand and ensure is much greater than if you ignore the part of you that yearns for attention.  You’ve got to love yourself enough to feel the confidence.  It’s too easy to love the person you want to be more than to love the person you are.  Remember my imploring you to enjoy the journey?  The destination is just the destination if you have no memory of how you arrived.

Go ahead, put the makeup on.  Slip into something sexy and alluring.  Step into heels that complement your ensemble.  Just for kicks apply ruby red lip-gloss.  I’ll bet the next sound you hear will be the doorbell and it won’t be Avon calling unless you are expecting a delivery.

Put the message to the universe.  Communicate what you want then be ready and open when your delivery arrives.

Have an amazingly rewarding day.

Love and hugs, Nikki Nicole DeCaro