Mizithra Cheese In My Teeth
I went to the store with mizithra cheese in my teeth. I smiled and people smiled back. It didn’t bother me one bit. That’s because I didn’t know it was there. Once I got home, was washing my hands, and looked in the mirror, I saw it. I laughed.
What was I gonna do about it? Not a thing. So maybe I made the day for a few people, shaking their heads at the woman smiling with white stuff in her teeth.
Here’s the awesome part: It doesn’t bother me one bit. This is good, because these kinds of things used to mortify me. I’d worry and hassle myself no end over how silly it was, how embarrassing it was. Now – who cares?
I love the lessons that come with these kinds of real life, normal, every-day living. I love getting older and putting things in proper perspective. I love getting to the point where I really don’t worry about the small stuff. It’s like the old and comforting quote: “It’s just mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
So I’ll save my concerns for something that really deserves that kind of attention. I feel so much lighter without carrying around the weight of worry! Large lesson here, right?
Maybe the following quote is a really good one for those of us who seem to entertain any and everyone around us with our [possibly] embarrassing antics. Just ask my family – I have bucketfuls full of them.
There is freedom – woohooo – in distancing ourselves from moments that we might do differently, if we had a chance. But, would we really do them over again, once we’ve gotten past the ‘now’ and look back at them? Think of the entertainment value at rehashing what were once mortifying events!
“The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportional to the embarrassment he can tolerate.” [Doug Engelbart]
If this is so, then I must finally be gaining maturity in a big way.
And, just for the record, that pasta with mizithra cheese was really good. 🙂