Should we be labeled?

Some things require labels. Like this soup can for instance.

If the label wasn't on the can, how would we know what was inside? We might be hungry for chicken noodle soup, but open the can and get this instead:



And I am all for vegetables, but who wants green beans when the craving is for chicken noodle soup?

So labels are important for such things.

But what about people. Do we need to be labeled? I'm not sure that it's fair actually. Oftentimes we are labeled by our actions, so fairness doesn't come into play if the label comes from what others see us do, or say. It would stand to reason.

I think we need to be careful labeling people though. If the label comes from past actions, but this person is genuinely trying to become a better person, they won't feel they're getting very far if we can't see past the old label.

Getting to know someone is key.

I've talked about the art of conversation many times, I'm in love with it. Just simple words, strewn together in a string of sentences to accentuate who we are and how we feel about various subjects. Life. Love. How we treat others. How we treat our own family. Or our friends. What's important to us, what we're inspired by, what our passions are. What we aspire to be, and where we've already been. From favorite activities to work lives, to how we play, we could probably go on for hours talking about mundane things.



Maybe even with sharing our lives there are still labels being mentally printed out. I'm not sure.

But really, I don't think they're that necessary. I did wonder though, what would my label read if we were to wear them everyday on our clothes, for others to read, therefore eliminating the need for conversation.

"loves to read, take walks, help turtles cross the road, insert humor at every turn, take photos of the sunrise or sunset, watches movies, loves music but easy on the country genre please, fights for her friends,(metaphorically speaking), proud of her large extended family, is mesmerized by Fall and all it entails, loves the sound of a football game, and Starbucks, and gratitude, and text messages, and Breakfast At Tiffanys".....well I want to go on, but I dont think I have enough label room do I?

It cannot possibly be spelled out, everything about us, on a label we wear as sleeves every day, can it? We have to talk to each other to learn more.

Getting to know someone, asking questions, allowing the answers, listening. Rather than making assumptions on who we think the person is, or what they stand for.

Yes?

I'll see you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Spring has sprung over North Texas, I'm sure we'll be seeing blue bonnets pop up everywhere soon. And you know what that means. Breakfast on the patio!

All I can say.....

"Is that my life is pretty plain...."

Inspiration brought to me (and now you) by Blind Melon, "No Rain". I always forget about this song until it comes on the radio, where I then go, oh yeah. I like this one.
I'm not saying this is my life theme song, because not every lyric has a perfect fit. But, seriously, my life is pretty plain. I like it plain. Some may label it borderline boring. I don't feel bored though.

"I like watchin' the puddles gather rain" Absolutely fits. I swear I should have been a weather girl, as much as I am obsessed with the elements and what is happening outside my window. I love thunderstorms, especially spring thunderstorms; lightning, rolling thunder, and the smell it all creates. I don't want to be the one that ends up on the news because I've stood underneath lightning with no cover and it ended badly per se. But I LOVE watching it snake across the sky. Natures paparazzi I say. Sometimes I want to get out IN those puddles and make the biggest mess. Why not?

"And all I can do is just pour some tea for two" another perfect fit. Do you like tea? I love it. Especially when I make two cups, one for me, one for you. Tea goes so well with good conversation.

"and speak my point of view" there's that good conversation. Well I assume speaking my point of view is good conversation. Being a good listener is half of the art of good conversation. I can always tell when someone isn't listening when I'm talking, because they're thinking of what they want to say next. And that's okay. I'm probably babbling anyway, I do that quite often. "Babbling brook" my best friend calls me, but he says it with love so I think he actually enjoys my nonsensical babbling. I love getting different viewpoints on life, and I am always grateful when someone share's their stories with me. Sometimes that sharing brings vulnerability, which can be endearing.

"But it's not sane, It's not saaaaaaane" well who said I was sane anyway?

Definitely having tea for breakfast tomorrow. Earl Grey? Irish Breakfast? English Breakfast? You choose. Then we'll sit on the patio and watch the ducks use my pool for their "pond".

I have to work at noon, so we have a nice morning planned. See you then.
Tiffany