Dose of Donna
“He loves me, he loves me not.” Words spoken as flowers petals are slowly pulled off.
Unfortunately, “He loves me not” is what 13-year-old Dose came to believe as the last petal dropped.
Imagine relying on a flower for an answer. Crazy.
But do we not do that now? Not with flowers, but with a flip of a coin, a visit to the local psychic, or a tally from a 100-friend poll.
After making many significant decisions in my life, and watching others make their life-changing choices, the Dose has come to realize that such decisions are so personal that no one or no thing can choose better than the one who must cast the final choice.
A ‘magic’ ball is programed to provide only one of eight non-specific answers. The flower only has so many petals. The psychic always asks your name when, in fact, shouldn’t they already know it? And what happens when there are three choices and a two-sided coin?
Answers don’t come from these sources. And they are not found in other people. The best answer to your question only comes from you. Dig deep…it’s there!
The stairway banister: designed to be helpful, not harmful. But it was. Part of that bacterium-laced banister took up residence as a splinter in the thumb of my friend… leading to hospitalization, surgery, leech therapy, and a new thumb. Yes, that is the power of an object under one’s skin!
People can be like splinters. You know the type. The ones who get “under our skin.” They have a way of intentionally irritating us. Intentionally annoying us. Their words or actions are like poison – out to infect our very souls by igniting negative emotions.
For the Dose, I find these human splinters not to be messed with. I’m either yanking them out of my life, practicing the fine art of deafening my ears to their nonsense, or simply walking away. Sound cold hearted? Mean? Not all so nice?
My friend ignored that banister splinter and ended up incapacitated for two months.
Like anything that gets under our skin – wood or metal – people who negatively affect us must be addressed immediately or else we too will fall prey to their venom!
This post is dedicated to John, who will never ever again underestimate a splinter lodged under his skin.
“The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love. Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his freedom. Only the person who risks is truly free.” ― Leo Buscaglia
I choose to risk…it’s worth the risk. Care to join me?