Recently, I attended a fun and festive holiday party. The celebration did not involve the exchange of gifts, yet I came away with an unexpected gift. During a conversation with a delightful older gentleman, he asked me if I knew who Rosalind Russell was. When I replied that I was familiar with her roles in Auntie Mame and Gypsy, he then asked me if I was familiar with one his favorite quotes by her,
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death.
I was not familiar with that particular quote, but ever since he shared it with me, it has definitely been food for thought.
As another year and another decade come to an end, I have been in somewhat of a reflective mood, as I revisited the times when I feasted and the times when I starved. There have been plenty of both over the years indeed.
As I looked back, I began to realize that the moments of starvation had nothing to do with what was or was not being served at the banquet of life. Rather, it had everything to do what I sampled at said banquet and my perception of the banquet itself.
During painful times in my life, I have allowed myself to become mired down in the unfortunate circumstances and found my body, my mind, my heart, and my soul left starving for love, affection, attention, and positive energy. I also experienced starvation when I made my way through life on automatic pilot and just going through the motions.
Life is not perfect and never will be, but it is always ready to serve us an ever changing menu of opportunities, experiences, lessons, and relationships. As I look to the present and the future, I am inspired to prepare myself to take a seat at life’s banquet and to savor the parts that feed me emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually on a daily basis and to pass up or learn from what doesn’t nourish those areas of my life. Bon appetit!
That’s another story. . .
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