Notes To Self

images-1Open your eyes…take those blinders off there’s so much to see, and since sight is now your chief sense, you better well use it.

Compile your blessings like building blocks reminding you how much you’re given minute by minute.  Rid yourself of lack syndrome since when you get right down to it, there is no lack.  What do you need that you don’t have?  Keep your eye on the day, not tomorrow or next month, just this 24 hours and goddammit, you’ll see, your needs are easily met.

Be patient with yourself and others.  Try to understand we’re all not alike, and even though it’s perfectly alright to choose not to play in someone’s yard, you can still wave as you go by.

Stop whining, though a glass is good, since it keeps you in a holding pattern boring those in your path.

Have more ice-cream.  Treat yourself, the kid in you who’s never had enough.  Treat someone else standing in line.  Be beneficent…generous, sharing what’s in your pocket.

Over tip, to quote Nora Ephron.

How upset I was with friends refusing to give to the Carmela fund.  I had to talk myself off the roof reminding me, largesse sometimes falls by the wayside even in the most plush situations.

What’s important is that I give.  Tithing is a sign of trust more is coming, more is en route.

I will give thanks for unseen blessings already on the way, which is key, since they can’t be identified till they get here, but when you think of blessings past, you remember, hey…I got that big job out of nowhere.  In the 11th hour a friend rode up on his steed.

Be kinder Susannah.  Go the extra step to help another, even if it makes you late or leaves you broke.  The coffers will refill if you give them a chance.

Walk more dogs, like the little bichon frise next door who has become a frequent houseguest.  She plumps your heart as a pal asking no questions soothing your Carmela wound.

Breathe in your life.  Despite its zigs and zags, ups and downs and highs and lows, it’s a pretty good one all and all.  When you think, well it’s not perfect, define perfect.  Who’s really to say?

So I will embrace, value and treasure each day as the gift it is, recalling all those no longer here…celebrating them when they were.

Bill, Grampa, Jackie, James, Joyce, Mallory, Nancy and Phil to name a few.

And as hard as it is, let those go who no longer want you in their lives wishing them well as you wave from the shore.

Shit, I’ve just run out of paper.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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19 Responses to Notes To Self

  1. Patricia says:

    It’s all in perspective. Sorry bout the paper.


  2. Wonderful thoughts, Susannah. I’ll reread this later if I need encouragement. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving~


  3. micklively says:

    An almost Gandhiesque prescription. I am pleased you are feeling more positive.


  4. Lovely. Though the last bit was really funny. Happy Thanksgiving, Susannah! 😀


  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    Very thoughtful piece, Susannah. I’ve always found that if you look for the good and positive around you and in others, you will find it. The same is true if you look for the bad and negative.
    I’m still working on letting people go that don’t want to be a part of my life anymore. They will always be, and have been, welcome back, no questions asked.

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  6. This should be hung on refrigerators across the land!

    Liked by 1 person

  7. I like this. It’s perfect for the occasion! Actually, it’s perfect for every day. (too bad about the paper….)

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  8. Vasca says:

    All good thoughts…


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