The White Coat
This coat has been sitting in my closet since Christmas. After the holidays were over and we all went back to work, Tim asked me why I hadn't worn it yet. My reply to him was that it was too pretty to get dirty and all messed up. I work at a plumbing shop. Not too much around there stays clean unless mom and I are the ones cleaning. And of coarse, as I type this, Ken reaches for the broom and starts sweeping, lol.
Anyway, as I got ready for work this morning I walked into my closet. I normally growl while trying to figure out what I will wear today but as I enter I look up and see the white coat just hanging there on the rack and it hits me. If I wait for every moment in my life to be the way I want it to I will be continually waiting and life will keep going by. With this white coat still stuck in the closet, never getting worn and me always wishing for that right time to wear it. Seasons will change and it'll be hanging there for another year until fall and winter come rolling around again. And I'll still be waiting for that right moment.
Why wait? Life wasn't meant to be waited on so what's the point? It continues, even if we don't. Beauty, in whatever image is set before you, is meant to be shown in all it's brilliance. Whether it be clothing, people, places or even ideas or thoughts. Tim bought me a coat because he thought I would look pretty in it.
This morning I took the white coat off the hanger and out of the closet. I wear it today because someone else thought a beautiful thought. Waiting for that right moment to bring someone elses thoughts of beauty and love is like hiding in the dark, forgotten. I swear, me and my emotions...
I love the white coat. It keeps me warm, it fits just right and it keeps me wrapped in a thought of beauty from someone that loves me. Now why would I want to wait for something like that. Waiting to do is like waiting to live. We all procrastinate in something dealing with living. But, when you notice that you're doing it, stop, or you just might be the one hanging around in a dark place...waiting to come out...waiting to live...
Anyway, as I got ready for work this morning I walked into my closet. I normally growl while trying to figure out what I will wear today but as I enter I look up and see the white coat just hanging there on the rack and it hits me. If I wait for every moment in my life to be the way I want it to I will be continually waiting and life will keep going by. With this white coat still stuck in the closet, never getting worn and me always wishing for that right time to wear it. Seasons will change and it'll be hanging there for another year until fall and winter come rolling around again. And I'll still be waiting for that right moment.
Why wait? Life wasn't meant to be waited on so what's the point? It continues, even if we don't. Beauty, in whatever image is set before you, is meant to be shown in all it's brilliance. Whether it be clothing, people, places or even ideas or thoughts. Tim bought me a coat because he thought I would look pretty in it.
This morning I took the white coat off the hanger and out of the closet. I wear it today because someone else thought a beautiful thought. Waiting for that right moment to bring someone elses thoughts of beauty and love is like hiding in the dark, forgotten. I swear, me and my emotions...
I love the white coat. It keeps me warm, it fits just right and it keeps me wrapped in a thought of beauty from someone that loves me. Now why would I want to wait for something like that. Waiting to do is like waiting to live. We all procrastinate in something dealing with living. But, when you notice that you're doing it, stop, or you just might be the one hanging around in a dark place...waiting to come out...waiting to live...
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Have a wonderful day, sweet girl. ((hugs))
Love you!!!
mammy
Mammy, Lol!!! (sticks tongue out at you ;))