We tend to do this every day. We act happy when things are
bothering us to keep our lives private, we go to jobs because we need the
paycheck and the boss wants to see us putting on a happy face, we clothe
ourselves in high fashion to look great even if the heels pinch a bit, and we
look over our shoulders when we do give in to wild and impetuous desires.
When is the last time you rode a children’s ride in front of
a shopping mall (rare but still there occasionally) or climbed into the bouncy
house at a child’s birthday party? Have you played dress up and actually gone
out in public with the same flair and pride as a four-year-old would? What did
you order the last time you went out for a business dinner, the burger and
greasy fries dripping in ketchup you really wanted, or the safe broiled sole
and asparagus tips that seemed to meet with your host’s approval?
When is the last time you were really YOU?
Like Samantha in A Chaunce of Riches, are you leading a life
others expect of you or are you living your dream? As I write this I am sitting
in my robe and jammies in the mid-afternoon and doing a job I genuinely love,
writing – very, very close to my dream. But I do admit, if someone came
knocking at my door right now I would probably be embarrassed to be caught in
my attire because it might not meet their expectations.
According to an online reference dictionary, “keep up appearances, to maintain a public impression of decorum, prosperity, etc., despite reverses, unfavorable conditions, etc.”. We live a life of pretend.
I wouldn't ask any one of you to publicly admit the ways you
pretend to give others an impression that makes you feel more accepted, just as
I would never divulge all of my secrets either. But think about it, do the
sacrifices you make in order to “keep up appearances” really make you happy?
Maybe it’s time to start jumping in puddles, build a snowman (If
you live in the northeast there is PLENTY of snow), eat a fun food, or just stay
in our robes until mid-afternoon. Keeping up with our happiness may just be
more important than keeping up with appearances.
I’d love to hear what you think.
Ben Johnson was hired as a bodyguard for a rich widow and her kid, but he never expected to be working for the woman who had abandoned him just when he had needed her the most. Damn it all, he still wanted her. Samantha Chaunce never thought she would have to explain why she married the rich man instead of Ben. Or that her husband had been murdered...and Ben was the prime suspect.
3 comments:
Great post, Chelle! I learned when my children were younger that it just takes too much energy to pretend to be anyone but me. :-)
LOL Melinda, of course parents have also learned (many the hard way)that kids have a way of "spilling" family secrets.
Maybe we can get all the VHP authors together sometime and we can express our inner children together! Wouldn't that be delightful?
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