Friday was Nancy's birthday. We went to a traditional Greek restaurant; live music, broken plates, fire dancers, AMAZING food. It really was a special evening, especially now that Nancy and I can't spend as much time together as we used to. it was also good to see and spend time with alot of friends I haven't seen in a while.
The most significant part of the evening for me was us breaking plates on the floor. one of the awesome traditions that make me glad of my (little bit of) Greek heritage!
I've been challenged alot this past week on the little box I live in. It's not minute, granted I afford myself the privelege of many things, many comfortable things, but nevertheless, it's still a box.
It has alot scribbled on the inside; design ideas, words of wisdom, interesting philosophies, recipes for all occasions of day-to-day living. The problem is, as I've said, they are scribbled on the inside of a box that only I can see.
Past experiences have dictated that I shouldn't engage with life and the people in my life. Careful study of people has restricted the expression of my mind, because "they don't see it like that" and "they don't understand" and "I'm the only one who sees things like this".
I have grown very comfortable with my box, it's beautiful really, nice and square, completely defiined, always reliable, never changing. It has awesome colours painted on the outside which, along with the beautiful intricacies of the inside, makes it all round pretty impressive, to me and most on lookers.
But here's the thing... I can do so much more. I am so much more. As pretty and as comfortable, it's not my hiding place or my home. Wide open spaces greet me with expectations pending. Not only did I break a plate, but I also broke a box. I broke the perception in my mind that others dictate what my capabilities. Now I'm breathing something new.
Watch this Space... there's alot of it!
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