Over
the years I’ve watched plenty-a-movie (in a theater, that is,) solo. That’s
right. I’ve purchased my own ticket, walked on in, & sat all by myself. I
began doing this when I lived nearby a theater which had $1 & $2 days. This
particular theater had handicap seating in its back row. I enjoyed these seats
because they also served well for someone who happened to be there on their
own; oftentimes the handicap spaces had just one actual theater seat next to them. This seat is where I’d sit.
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I’m not one to have “mottos” per se, yet this year I’ve truly defined one that fits me to a tee: “Make that which is life not become tasks, rather, opportunities.”
I simply wish to focus on not treating most everything I [have to] do as something which is a task, & rather to [well, this is an exaggeration:] embrace the moments, embrace the encounters. Notice what’s right there. Anything could be the “next best thing” for me.
Part of the climax of this movie is when Shirley MacLaine’s character says to the main character played by Julia Stiles, something like, Why is living your life so difficult? “Makes me think you’re living someone else’s life.”
For a rather long “several years” I wore a pair of glasses which I enjoyed so well & fit my face, style, personality, etc. so well that I checked with the company again & purchased the same exact frame for my next prescription. Fast forward to two years ago. I needed to renew my prescription. I also knew what was important to me in my frames. Unfortunately, based on many circumstances, the effort of attaining what would become my next pair of frames became so much more than a “task”. It became “work”. I denied it vehemently to myself. I recognize it as what it is now. I have for quite some time. It’s my mission to make sure I do not continue this “habit” as anything close to constant. It’s not healthy. It benefits nothing. It’s not “meant to be”. It serves no one.
What resulted was that I picked out a pair of frames which contained most of what was important to me. The rest I subconsciously figured would “work itself out”. It really never did.
That’s because I didn’t “require the best” for myself. The glasses I got were a frame which is has been too big for my face. They’re too wide; they’re too “long”. As someone who noticed my glasses & understands facial structure pointed out, they cover too far down on my face, too much of my cheek bones. (I’ve prominent German cheekbones from my German ancestry, the same as my Dad.) I’d selected these frames because they do not contain the “cat eyes” “pinching” at the temple which isn’t flattering to the shape of my face. I also selected these frames because having substantial “optimal peripheral vision” has always been something that’s mattered very much to me. These two-year-old frames have provided this.
And yet…at the beginning of last year, after I visited my beloved eye doctor for my annual eye appointment, I realized how important it was for me to get another pair of glasses. Even if I kept my trusted plastic frames for on-the-job & all things encompassing what is my work, where having great “peripheral vision” is of the utmost importance. I don’t struggle to think so much. I look straight out, I look down, I look around. All is as it should be. Just the way I like it.
Now here I am with another pair. I went for quick & satisfactory. Ok. I should just outright admit it. I simply went for cheap. I found myself a pair of wire frames. These were to be my “out” glasses. I’d wear them as needed to get used to them [read: a few weeks of headaches & then I was fine] & then they could be the frames I’d wear when I’d be “out & about”.
I’d wear them in these same moments which I’d been “rushing” through all along. These wire frames are light blue & didn’t “take over” my face as my “one-year-old” pair did. Being “wire” they’re a thinner frame than a plastic one & therefore more attractive, less overbearing on my facial construction & my features.
Though since they’re not “top notch” quality, very soon after having them adjusted I find myself constantly pushing them up my face. The strands for the ears must need another ¼ inch or so. Refreshing the nose pads works well, that is, for the moment.
They’re a better option than my now two-year-old pair when I’m out-n-about. They’re a more current prescription & they do better to show my face; my true self.
They’re still not “the right pair”. I settled for cheap & I definitely received it. I’m still learning. We all are. What I learned is that I need to make an adventure, not a task, out of finding an ideal frame for my face. A plastic frame is still the way to go. I need to accept that peripheral vision isn’t going to be possible, at least not to a super great extent. A frame with coloring (shading?) which is similar or matching that of my hair color seems to be best.
When I approach an eye glass store & an associate does their job to check up on me I say I’m that I’m “roaming” & briefly explain my scenario & what I’ve discovered is best for me.
Anything is possible. Knowing what is best for myself is important. Embracing the moment & the possibilities & not making a “task” out of the situation – that’s how to not miss out on what’s right in front of our eyes.
I found an ideal pair of brown plastic frame glasses. As I sit here, yet again pushing my blue wire framed pair of glasses up the bridge of my nose, I think to myself, “Just under ten more days until I’ve ‘eyewear relief.’” 😂
Yes, I’m excited. ❤😁😉
If you'd like to shop my general Amazon Store, click here & Thank You!
*****
I’m not one to have “mottos” per se, yet this year I’ve truly defined one that fits me to a tee: “Make that which is life not become tasks, rather, opportunities.”
I simply wish to focus on not treating most everything I [have to] do as something which is a task, & rather to [well, this is an exaggeration:] embrace the moments, embrace the encounters. Notice what’s right there. Anything could be the “next best thing” for me.
Part of the climax of this movie is when Shirley MacLaine’s character says to the main character played by Julia Stiles, something like, Why is living your life so difficult? “Makes me think you’re living someone else’s life.”
For a rather long “several years” I wore a pair of glasses which I enjoyed so well & fit my face, style, personality, etc. so well that I checked with the company again & purchased the same exact frame for my next prescription. Fast forward to two years ago. I needed to renew my prescription. I also knew what was important to me in my frames. Unfortunately, based on many circumstances, the effort of attaining what would become my next pair of frames became so much more than a “task”. It became “work”. I denied it vehemently to myself. I recognize it as what it is now. I have for quite some time. It’s my mission to make sure I do not continue this “habit” as anything close to constant. It’s not healthy. It benefits nothing. It’s not “meant to be”. It serves no one.
What resulted was that I picked out a pair of frames which contained most of what was important to me. The rest I subconsciously figured would “work itself out”. It really never did.
That’s because I didn’t “require the best” for myself. The glasses I got were a frame which is has been too big for my face. They’re too wide; they’re too “long”. As someone who noticed my glasses & understands facial structure pointed out, they cover too far down on my face, too much of my cheek bones. (I’ve prominent German cheekbones from my German ancestry, the same as my Dad.) I’d selected these frames because they do not contain the “cat eyes” “pinching” at the temple which isn’t flattering to the shape of my face. I also selected these frames because having substantial “optimal peripheral vision” has always been something that’s mattered very much to me. These two-year-old frames have provided this.
And yet…at the beginning of last year, after I visited my beloved eye doctor for my annual eye appointment, I realized how important it was for me to get another pair of glasses. Even if I kept my trusted plastic frames for on-the-job & all things encompassing what is my work, where having great “peripheral vision” is of the utmost importance. I don’t struggle to think so much. I look straight out, I look down, I look around. All is as it should be. Just the way I like it.
Now here I am with another pair. I went for quick & satisfactory. Ok. I should just outright admit it. I simply went for cheap. I found myself a pair of wire frames. These were to be my “out” glasses. I’d wear them as needed to get used to them [read: a few weeks of headaches & then I was fine] & then they could be the frames I’d wear when I’d be “out & about”.
I’d wear them in these same moments which I’d been “rushing” through all along. These wire frames are light blue & didn’t “take over” my face as my “one-year-old” pair did. Being “wire” they’re a thinner frame than a plastic one & therefore more attractive, less overbearing on my facial construction & my features.
Though since they’re not “top notch” quality, very soon after having them adjusted I find myself constantly pushing them up my face. The strands for the ears must need another ¼ inch or so. Refreshing the nose pads works well, that is, for the moment.
They’re a better option than my now two-year-old pair when I’m out-n-about. They’re a more current prescription & they do better to show my face; my true self.
They’re still not “the right pair”. I settled for cheap & I definitely received it. I’m still learning. We all are. What I learned is that I need to make an adventure, not a task, out of finding an ideal frame for my face. A plastic frame is still the way to go. I need to accept that peripheral vision isn’t going to be possible, at least not to a super great extent. A frame with coloring (shading?) which is similar or matching that of my hair color seems to be best.
When I approach an eye glass store & an associate does their job to check up on me I say I’m that I’m “roaming” & briefly explain my scenario & what I’ve discovered is best for me.
Anything is possible. Knowing what is best for myself is important. Embracing the moment & the possibilities & not making a “task” out of the situation – that’s how to not miss out on what’s right in front of our eyes.
I found an ideal pair of brown plastic frame glasses. As I sit here, yet again pushing my blue wire framed pair of glasses up the bridge of my nose, I think to myself, “Just under ten more days until I’ve ‘eyewear relief.’” 😂
Yes, I’m excited. ❤😁😉
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