All I ever wanted since I arrived here on earth was the same things I needed as a baby; to go from cold to warm, lonely to held, the vessel to the giver, empty to full. – Anne Lamott
If you could trade places with one person for one year, who would it be? Maybe it would be your best friend because in your mind he / she has a better life. Maybe it’s someone you admire and aspire to be like. It could be someone famous who has seemingly succeeded in life. Maybe it’s someone in your family, or your spouse. If I could be my spouse for a year, I’d have a new appreciation for him – having to live with the likes of me. LOL!
Do blondes have more fun? Maybe you’d like to be a blonde for a year and find out. Are brunettes taken more seriously and rise up the corporate ladder more quickly? Be a brunette for a year and find out. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be autistic or dyslexic? Be someone who has those challenges for a year. As a dyslexic, let me tell you, a year is plenty of time to realize the frustrations.
Are you a boss with employees? Maybe you’d like to be one of your employees to see just how good a boss you are. Maybe as an employee, you’d like to be the boss for a year and find out how tough it is to be in charge.
Would you like to be someone rich and have money to help those in need? Would you like to be one in need so that you appreciate little things after the year is over? Would you like to be a great evangelist like Billy Graham?
We all have people we look up to and want to pattern our lives after. I used to wish I could be a better musician. I didn’t have a particular person in mind, but I knew I wanted to play the piano better than I did.
The stupidest argument to have with somebody is when you tell them what to like. How can somebody argue with you about what you like? “Hot sauce?” Hey, it’s my mouth. – Andre’ Benjamin
There are very few people who have not wished that they could be someone else at one time or the other. We are all unique individuals with gifts and talents from our Creator. Bottom line: I don’t like hot sauce, but I have absolutely no problem with you eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you want to.
When we get to the point where we like being who we are and accept others for who they are, we begin to find that happy place on the planet. We snuggle in and start to get comfortable in our own skin and in our own mind. God loves you because you are – you! 😀