Party Girl!!!

Anyone who truly understands me should know that I am easily distracted by all things feminine, blingy, glitzy or glam.  My classic line is "Oh....my....gosh...look at that...it....is...sooooooo...cuuute"!  There is no such thing as over the top in my world.  I am the girl who budgeted my meager college funds to purchase fresh flowers almost weekly just to decorate the dormrooms of my fellow floormates. This appreciation for detail has given me the ability to create very special events.

One of the best parties I have learned to coordinate is a Pity Party.  Oh you see, I have mastered this gala affair. There is only 1 individual on the guest list and the invitation is custom. The key to throwing a successful Pity Party is to focus solely on yourself and whatever it is you feel you may be lacking at that moment. To make it a truly authentic experience, refute all passing thoughts of hope. Most importantly, you can not under any circumstances think positive thoughts about your future. It is all bleak, gloom and doom. 

Now, if you want to remain in a state of SELF-loathing, Do NOT think of blessing others.  See there is a spiritual law called reaping and sowing. Basically, what you plant, you will harvest.  If you are lacking love, be loving.  If your money is short, give.  If you want more friends, be a friend!  

What I am most thankful for is that these brief moments of pure despair happen less frequently.  I have come to realize that life is full of love and abundance just waiting for us to partake.  It is absolutely incumbent on each of us to extend kindness and generosity to each other.  And that becomes difficult to do when we can not see past our own circumstances.  I read the following story:

During my second year of nursing school our professor gave us a quiz.  I breezed through the questions until I read the last one:  "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"  Surely this was a joke.  I had seen the cleaning woman several times, but how would I know her name?  I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank.  Before the class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade.  "Absolutely," the professor said.  "In your careers, you will meet many people.  All are significant.  They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello."  I've never forgotten that lesson.  I also learned her name was Dorothy.  ~Joann C. Jones