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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Fix You (Coldplay)

    I have the habit of trying to fix.  Fix people.  Fix problems.  Fix people with problems.  I want sunshine and rainbows all of the time in my happy little butterfly land.  It doesn't work that way.  I can't make you taller, make your bank account grow or give you a better relationship with your Dad.  Childhoods are what they were.  The past is precisely that.  Regret....well, we know every cliche under the sun about that one.  No pun intended.  I will worry about your marriage, your children, my family, the bills, the world.  I will worry that you don't take your vitamins.  Will storing food in plastic make us all sick.  Did I do this right, better, more completely...so as to help YOU? It goes on and on...
     I've spent almost all of my years "fixing".  As a child it was a weight and a burden.  In my excited and early adulthood it was a challenge.  In my current state of life it's all too much for me to handle.  I spend almost every minute of each day fixing.  It really hasn't worked.  I'm here writing about fixing and everyone else is asleep...going about their nights in a peaceful slumber.  Or cranky ones...but I can't fix them either. 
     As I ponder on how to fix the world and all its inhabitants I realize nobody is fixing me.  Maybe all of this time I was practicing.  Getting my degree, my masters and my doctorate...on Fixology.  I should be really qualified then, huh?   For a bit I thought it was my calling.  I was here to serve.  I still think that is partly true.  I tend to problem solve and organize and empathize very well.   But maybe I'll lean more toward understanding, accepting and prioritizing.  I will start to let things BE.
     I will strive to fix only the things I can...like dinner, broken doodads, and a hole in the bucket.  I will strive to mend things like torn material, a treasured keepsake, or an occasional heart. (Oh come on now, I can't quit cold turkey).  I will either accept you as you are or choose to move on without you but I will try with all my might not to fix you...I seem to have enough of a workload already!

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