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From time to time, you probably have one. You might have a tendency to define it as good or bad. You may even feel compelled to say, "It's just an . . . "
All of this is completely normal, this way you have been labeling it and sometimes even apologizing for it. This is how we are trained to approach it, after all.
But I wonder if you have considered allowing yourself to be delighted by it, no matter how ridiculous or impractical it may be.
To look forward to it as if you waited in line overnight to get it.
To see it through the eyes of your cherished relative who can be counted on to say, "Wow, that's a great . . . "
To care for it like it's the new kid at school.
To feel flustered and actually blush upon meeting it.
To wander the house in robe and slippers at 3 a.m. over it.
To become so busy with it that you might forget to do something else because of it.
To be so taken with it that you introduce it to your parents.
To love it. To respect it, and, to, well, you get the . . .
Image courtesy of Scrappy Sev
