Thursday, September 19, 2013
It was a beautiful spring day so Milly decided to go to Taylor's Lane, a fantastic stretch of coastline in Little Compton, Rhode Island. She enjoyed listening to the tranquil sound of the waves gently caressing the beach or sometimes rolling in with a thunderous show of might where they captured the tiny stones and shells before dragging them with a somewhat musical clickety clacking protest back into the sea. She also loved the smell of the crisp, clean salt air because of the soothing, relaxing way it made her feel.
Once relaxed, it was customary for her to ponder the different aspects of her life and how they were the important building blocks that helped to make and shape her personality and character. She did this for no other reason but to try to examine herself in order to improve herself and the relationships in her life because she believed that family and friends were to be treasured. She also believed that to increase the friends she already had, she had to be attractive. Not attractive in the physical sense, but in the heart; the spirit; and the way she treated others.
It wasn't always easy to do as she sometimes struggled with something, tossing it back and forth in her mind in an effort to find a solution. This was especially true when she had to admit her faults and accept the fact that she wasn't the perfect person she was so eagerly striving to be. But Milly was also wise enough to know it was impossible to be perfect. Oddly enough, she often found solace and excitement in knowing she wasn't perfect because it made her equal with everyone else. Being equal was comforting and affirming because she neither wanted to be above or below anyone else. Still, even knowing she could not or would not ever achieve perfection, she disliked the fact that she had flaws.
As the seagulls would cry out their excitement or dislike about what was taking place in their world, Milly would seriously concentrate on ways to strengthen her character so she could be the kind of person others would respect and look up to.
On a number of occasions, she felt she had to tread lightly on what she deemed to be hallowed grounds -- that is -- about the way she dressed and her penchant for shopping. It was hallowed territory because she loved to shop and prided herself in the way she looked. She was well aware that she bordered on being vain because of it, but each time the subject entered her mind, she justified her actions based upon the compliments she always received from her peers Besides, there was nothing wrong with enjoying a compliment and feeling good about oneself, especially being a woman.
It was common practice that when she finished her discernment, she would count the number of friends she had and knew in her heart that she was on the right road. It was a road that her mother had started her on as a child which was reinforced by her Catholic upbringing and education. She had a good foundation to reflect upon and she always had the memory of her Mom to help guide her to be the lady she wanted to be and was becoming.
September 19, 2013