Suzanne Forster (Tara Taylor Quinn)

Yes, I can spell. Suzanne Forster. Suzanne Forster. Suzanne Forster. I designed this blog - technically speaking. I wrote that name over and over and over. I've been reading Suzanne for years. And life is so crazy, I'm throwing myself through my days and I misspell the name of a generous lovely lady at a very inappropriate time and place. I've been dwelling on this all week.

Really.

Is all the busy stuff I'm doing so important that it's worth pushing through my life and blundering things that matter? Rushing by them? Missing them altogether? I had a friend recently tell me that cliches are rich and vibrant (my words not hers) and vital to life because they state things that are so vital that they're repeated again and again and again. In my line of work, cliches are a no no. They're edited out every time. They're weak and inappropriate forms of expression. And yet, my friend is completely right. They express vital things.

Like, STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES. Think about that. Yeah, we've all heard it so often we know what it means and we brush on by, and the next time we see a rose bush, we brush right on by that, too. A lot of the time. I have a rose bush in my backyard. Most of the year it gives me beautiful, big, almost maroon colored roses. I've noticed them once in the past six months. Right in my own backyard. (I know, another cliche.)

How about, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND? Oh my word - Tara Taylor Quinn is going to be misspelled all over the globe. And people are going to be rushing by me, pushing past, on their way to somewhere else. Whether they love me or not. My friends are going to be so focused on their careers and their manifesting that they're going to miss the gifts I'm trying to give them.

HASTE MAKES WASTE. Yeah, I can see that. I might be accomplishing great things, but I'm wasting some of the best things in life.

ALL GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT. Okay, okay, I'm getting it. Time to slow down a little bit. (Or a lot.) Enough to take stock, to be aware, to make focused concious decisions, to feel and smell and laugh out loud. To enjoy the feeling of warmth as the shower beats upon my skin in the morning rather than rushing through on my way out the door. To be showered by - strengthened by - and grateful for the love that my friends and family give me on my way by to somewhere else. To stop and glory in it. And to make certain they know how much I care about them. To be there for them, not just rushing by.

Suzanne, I apologize. In this instance, I'm going to LIVE AND LEARN. You have my word on that.

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