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Perfection is Found In the Imperfections

How do you tell someone that you love the way they perceive the world is not how the rest of the world perceives it? How do you tell someone that you love that the flaws they see in others are reflections of their own self? How do you tell someone you love that the world is not a wolf with his teeth barred waiting to devour them at their first wrong step? How do you tell someone that you love that it is their imperfections that make you love them? How do you tell someone that you love that a little more forgiveness toward the ones they love is necessary? My motto for life is simple, perfection is found in the imperfections. Many people have told me that the previous statement is a complete impossibility, but I beg to differ. If you think about it why do you love someone, and what really is love? You love the person for everything that they are, you don't just love them for what they do perfectly. And what makes that person who they are, is their quirks and funny idioms. And isn't that what love is? Loving someone for their downfalls, for their imperfections and accepting them for who they are, their entire self. It is hard when you watch someone be hurt by the ones they love because they are looking at the world as they believe it should be, not how it is. And it is harder still to watch them hurt those around them by not showing love in a way many understand. But again I ask, how do you tell that person that you love that the world is not perfect, that people do not know all things and neither do they?

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Thanksgiving has to be my favorite Holiday. Now don't get me wrong, I get into the Christmas spirit more than the next person, but there is something about a Holiday that is not quite as commercialized as the next. The simplicity that we all enjoy spending time watching football (well obviously I don't normally partake in that tradition :-)), eating fabulous food that was prepared for hours, the conversation of family and friends, hopefully some good wine, board games are of course a must, and let's not forget the PIE!! :-) But on this day we are supposed to think of what we are thankful for as this year heads to a close. So please remember what good this year has brought you and what next year has to offer. I hope that you take a moment to realize what you have learned these past months and what knowledge you can take into the Christmas season. I hope that you take the time to breathe deep and take a break to enjoy this holiday. I hope you never loose that childlike sparkle for the excitement of Christmas and leave some cookies out for Santa. I hope you say thank you today, to those you love most, for being there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, a hand to help you up and a push to keep you moving forward. With much love and great thanks I wish you all a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Vacation

Isn't it amazing at how refreshed you feel after a good vacation?? I'm not talking about a trip that was packed to the hilt you spent hundreds of dollars a day on food and got a new pair of blisters on your feet every night. I'm talking about a real vacation, one where you actually get to take a deep breath and taste the world around you (hopefully where ever you are has clean air and not smog because that just wouldn't be fun).

For those of you who know me you know I work allot, and when I say allot I mean minimum 50 hours a week in store plus whatever doing the books and such. Most recently for the past 6 weeks or so I was putting in 70+ in store so you can imagine how I felt. Now of course this is nothing to my sister, but thats another tale. So thanks to my wonderful family they shipped me off to CO to hang with a friend who had moved out there a few months back. This trip was packed with hikes, cycling, horseback riding, horse shows and of course tack shop hopping (one of my favorite past-times). And yes I was exhausted each night, and my lungs hurt from the lack of oxygen at 4000 feet, and my skin seemed to be robbed of all moisture but it was fantastically refreshing. On day 3 & 4 I must admit that I was still dreading the homecoming my brain was still in overload, and it still felt like a Sunday. And even when I stepped on the plane to fly home I had a slight feeling of depression. It was good to see my dog, I had missed

her terribly. And it was nice to go out and see my boys (which now total 3 big handsome bay beasts)


But still the thought of the shop that for the past year+ I had toiled, cried, and sweat for was the one thing I did not want to face. I must say that I felt some sort of remorse for my feelings. Walking into the Bean I felt the love and warmth that made this place what it is. And suddenly all the good memories came flooding back, the smiling faces of the customers who were glad to see me again & my employees who were happy (if not relieved) to have me back. I realized that I had forgotten what my little shop looked like. Not physically of course I remembered the red floors & the Chinese lanterns swinging from the lofted ceiling but I realized that I had forgotten to look at any of these large details let alone the small ones long before I had left for my break. And in that second of walking through my little door it again felt like home, I remembered how much I truly love the Bean and all I do here. You know this line is a favorite in movies how "it took almost dying for me to realize what is important" for me it just took a trip to Boulder, CO and a big deep breath of fresh mountain air. <3