The 7 Billion Faces of Normal

perspective |pərˈspektiv|noun

1 the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the rightimpression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point [as adj. ] : a perspective drawing. 2. a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view

I want to hold a million different perspectives in my heart and head. Having just one is so limiting. Sometimes I get stuck in my one perspective and it's a small world when that happens. A brick is only a brick.

I rather live in a world where a brick is a brick and a bookend, a block, a paperweight, a sculpture, a plate, a step, a footrest, a prop, a doorstop, a scratching post for the cat I don't have, a shelter for small things, cookbook holder, a gift, a walk way, a yoga block, a pillow, a stepping stone, a foot warmer on cold nights, a pan to heat up food, etc.

I want to have a million perspectives so I can see my world from as many angles and know they are pieces of the truth. Instead of looking at all the limitations I want to see all the possibilities, all the functionality and beauty that is right in front of me, all the amazing miracles. Instead of trying to clear all my "filters" or lens or perspectives, through which I interpret the world, I want to have no perspective and all perspectives outside my own simultaneously. I want to be able to look through a million different lenses, be limited by none of them, and be able to shift between them as easily as glancing up at the sky.

Won't you join me?

Hard to leave

I am leaving today for Minneapolis and will be gone until Sunday. I will be doing some work for a client as well as meeting some old friends. In the planning stage I was excited to go. But now, as I wait for the cab to take me to the airport I am sad. I always feel this way when it comes to travelling alone. At first excited for the adventure and then upon the point of departure, really sad. They are very hard to leave, Ellie and Dave.

I tried to tell Ellie about it this morning but it just didn't compute. Time is a weird thing to communicate about in general then try to do it with a 5 year old. She didn't want to leave me when Dave came to take her to the car and I feel really, really bad that when she get's home I won't be there. When she wants to snuggle in to go asleep on my lap like she does most nights, I won't be there. I am worried about Dave too. What if she is up every night like she has been for the last week? What if he is so tired he falls as he is carrying her down the stairs in the morning? What if she gets sick? She was a little not herself yesterday, and here I am leaving.

I guess it's a good problem to have, two people that it tears your heart out to leave. There's my cab. Can I not go? Just say never mind? Nope. Sigh.

*picture is of Ellie sitting independently on the couch playing with her farm toy in her jammies.