Storming the Rathaus + Keeping Up with the Karnevalians

Now that we’ve thrown in the towels (and ties!) on our first Karneval in Dusseldorf, it’s time to recap (more like recover!) on these last five days.

I’m STILL trying to wrap my head around all of this! Still in a bit of an altbier ‘n’ bubbly fog, but come ON! How many times in your life are you able to don a pink bob and “double-fist” in City Hall?

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So what IS Karneval?

For starters, imagine Halloween, St. Paddy’s Day and Mardi Gras (minus the nudity*) teaming up, pumping themselves with steroids and throwing a massive, FIVE-day costume bender brimming with confetti, booze, Karneval songs on repeat, more booze, the mayor playing along, old folks throwing down everywhere and a politically incorrect parade (with plenty of candy for the kids and/or greedy adults like me) to polish it all off.

*After seeing what an openly naked bunch the Germans really are (Americans, if you’ve been to locker rooms or saunas here, you know what I’m talking about!), it’s surprising there’s no public nudity in the midst of the Dusseldorf debauchery. For the record, I am not complaining about this missing element.

People of all ages and walks of life come out of the woodwork, AND those seemingly having the best time in their BEST-dressed attire are, well, usually some of the OLDEST!

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P.S. The woman to my left later GAVE me her medal. That is apparently a BIG deal. I will cherish it forever!! It’s a “Markt Frauen” (Market Women) medal from 1998. I LOVED talking to these ladies, or, well, trying to. Slight German-English barrier…but clinking, smiling, hugging and laughing are surely universal!

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Upon further investigation and scrolling through pics of years past, pretty sure this guy was Hoppeditz at one time.

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THESE ladies. Loved them. Dusseldorf natives.

I can’t say enough about the older and elderly folks I see walking around town, fully participating in these annual celebrations and functioning in ways that aren’t common in the States.

Europeans are outliving a lot of us, so it’s time we take some notes.

OK. So, what’s the HISTORY of Karneval? I’ve been reading up to give you a proper download.

Every year on Nov. 11 at 11:11 a.m. (coinciding with St. Martin’s Day), the Hoppeditz (AKA the jester carnival mascot) wakes up, drops out of a mustard pot (Hello! The Dorf is famous for its mustard!), playfully roasts the mayor on the market square, then, Karneval begins. I still can’t figure out where the jester originated or what this has to do with St. Martin’s Day, but, hey! He starts the party, and that’s all anyone cares about.

With the exception of the Karneval Verein, the carnival club/planning committee that meets, DRINKS and sings regularly in silly hats, not much happens between November and the start of the pre-Lent partying. Everyone else is too busy guzzling hot gluhwein (dangerously delicious spiced wine), noshing on piles of kartoffelpuffer (really, really greasy potato pancakes dipped in apple sauce) and celebrating Christmas harder than their children to even THINK about Karneval!

Although, in December, I do recall spotting sprinklings of old men in animal onesies and medieval gear smoking outside a brauhaus or two.

Then, after everyone and their mother, brother and lover blasts their own fireworks into every corner of the Dorf, the only medicine for their New Year’s hangovers and post-Christmas blues? KARNEVAL!

>>> Whoever told me Germans are fun-haters was totally wrong.

>>> Forget retiring in Florida, people. All the fun’s in Dusseldorf!

From here on out, perhaps the best way to explain the rituals and customs of Karneval is to recount my personal experiences…in pictures, of course.

HERE GOES!

It all kicks off on Altweiberfastnacht (Women’s Day/Women’s Carnival), the Thursday before Ash Wednesday. This is the day when “all the women can assume control,” cut ties and shoelaces off of men and apparently even kiss any man they want. (I didn’t see much random lip-locking. Luckily, everyone in City Hall was goin’ for cheeks.)

So, at 8:00 a.m. on Thursday, my scissors, champagne and I were ready to rock. I thought the tram ride down to the Altstadt would be a bit awkward, but some other costumes were surprisingly in my view. Phew!

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Thanks to a gracious invite to join the American Women’s Club in their annual “Storm the Rathaus” festivities, I met my fellow “Heartbreakers” in front of City Hall.

As you can see, we were some of the first women to line up in the “holding pen.” They only allow a limited number of ladies through the doors each year, so you best get there early! It was COLD standing there till 11:11 a.m., but there’s nothin’ a little spiked coffee and champagne can’t fix. Am I right or am I right?

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After a while, crowds started filling the square…

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Then, things started rolling. Per tradition, the mayor came out and chatted with the ladies!!!

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Then, we sandwiched the mayor…

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Then, I turned around and saw these bitchin’ witches.

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Meanwhile, a news guy planted himself right by us, so I had no choice but to video-bomb him. If you want to see me on live TV (HAHA, what?!), mosey over to 13:30.

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Our group got interviewed a number of times!! Note to self: “Spreche Sie English?” does NOT get you interviewed, so I just stuck to video-bombing. LOL!

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Per more tradition, the mayor hopped on the mic from the City Hall balcony and rattled off all kinds of charming comments to get us ladies riled up.

“Women, you should be home cooking kartoffel for your husbands!!”  

It was all in German, of course, so, that was entertaining…

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If you look really closely for the most confused looking woman in the crowd, you’ll see me.

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At about 11:09 a.m., I joined in on an aggressive chant in German. I turned to a girl next me and asked, “WHAT are we chanting?” She laughed and said, “Let us IN! Let us IN!”

At 11:11 a.m., they counted down and opened the DOORS!!!

Want to see the footage? Scroll down to the first video. Recognize anyone at 1:30? Eh?? Eh??

Here’s a fun view from inside. I loved how we matched the decor!

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THEN, I cut my first tie!!!!!! What a good sport this man was. Notice how he’s wearing TONS of ties? Ha! He was popular.

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Awww…a post-tie-cut kiss!

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There were media people everrrywhere, and most of them were in costumes, too. Amazing.

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The PRINCE! We got a picture with the PRINCE!

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Ohhhh…and now for my favorite. guys. ever. As soon as these Dusseldorf natives knew I was from Colorado, they were pretty pumped.

“We smoke marijuana every day, so we can’t wait to get to Denver!! We saw on TV that there’s a type of weed out there called ‘into the couch.’ When you smoke it, you go INTO THE COUCH. Bahahaha!”

So, I made them pretend to be smoking with me…

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The crowds in the Rathaus were INSANE!! Don’t worry. This woman really doesn’t have two heads…

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These guys were guarding some VIP room. I tried to squeeze in. They weren’t impressed with my antics.

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This guy said, “Now I’m married,” then, put on his golf glove that clearly covered his wedding ring and said, “Now I’m single.” OH BOY…

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Total debauchery, I tell you!! I thought we were going to bust into City Hall and see people carrying on business as usual, working at desks, yada yada yada. NOPE. OPEN BAR for EVERYONE!

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Hey, House Hunters International fans! Recognize the gal on the right?? The Wilhelm episode? Eh? Eh?

When it came time to leave, the crowds had grown even bigger!!

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HELAU!

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Then, came Friday.

What happened on Friday?

Couldn’t tell ya. We were hiding out, cooking chili and NOT keeping up with the Karnevalians! I have a pretty good guess of what it involved though. Costumes? Check. Booze? Check.

Thennn, came Saturday. Earlier in the week, David asked me to buy (or in his words, scoop up) the most ridiculous Karneval costumes I could find. I believe I accomplished the task. Am I right or am I right??

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Poor David was having a severe identity crisis that night.

“Am I a dog? Am I a bunny? Or am I a hare?”

“What does a bunny sound like?”

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We couldn’t have asked for a better group to celebrate this first Karneval with. We are so blessed and grateful to have met such great people out here!!

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Awww! {xoxo} So happy Deloitte connected us with these two!

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LOL! David was having a ball photo-bombing all the lovers.

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Then, he was taken in by a family of pink pigs…or cows…or whatever they were. “Goodbye, honey! Good luck in your new life!”

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We tried to go home. We really did. But next thing we knew, we were “shuffling” on cobble stone with full beers in our hands (THAT takes talent, P.S.) and cheering on Michael Jackson.

One of my favorite nights, ever! Hands down!

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THEN, it was Sunday. OOF! Can you say Sunday FUNday?! Hundreds of thousands of…you guessed it…MORE COSTUMED PEOPLE gathered along the Konigsallee and Old Town again.

I love this pic of David and his German coworker…especially everything happening behind them. Nuns, superheroes, you know…typical Sunday.

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Haha…I don’t know what it was about this man, but I just had to capture him and this awkward exchange.

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LEGO conga line!!

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Hmmm…some people put more effort into their outfits than others, and I’m pretty sure he stole my robe.

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“It would be ridiculous NOT to have a Killepitsch dance mob right here!”

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When in doubt, just put on a mustache!

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Whoa. Dang. McCormick, is that you?

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THEN, came ROSE MONDAY!! 

If stores boarding their windows isn’t a telling sign that Karneval gets KRAZY, I don’t know what is!

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Just when you thought everyone had had their fill after four days, they came back for more. I think 1 in 4 men was wearing an animal suit. I had no idea I was dressing David in such trendy attire.

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Just a couple of old boys waitin’ for a parade…

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I LOVE HIM.

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I REALLY, REALLY LOVE HIM.

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And THEM.

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And these little cuties!

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Whoa. That’s one jester you don’t want to mess with…

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Don’t you just love her and her best view in town?

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The KALM before the KRAZY! Local news reported that one million people gathered in the DORF for Rosenmontag!

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Gotta love how this important guy is just taking down a cigarette.

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The first group of the carnival!!! I’d say we got a pretty good spot, yeah?

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“Helau!!!” “HELAU!!” “Helau!” “HELAU!!!”

Loads of candy, caramels, taffy and flowers were flying out of these floats. It was like trick-or-treating backwards. I even got a hold of a mini mascara and tiny toy car!

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Then came all the political floats…

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You can get a load of all the floats here.

It was a serious ghost town in other parts of the city yesterday! Clearly, everyone was pulled to the parade!

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Well, Karneval, you were amazing.

I GUESS I’ll hang up this chicken suit once and for all.

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Until next year!!

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The power of shifted perspectives and tenacious pertinacity

Just in case you, too, had no idea what pertinacity meant until laying eyes on the word:

Pertinacity is a quality of sticking with something, no matter what. It’s a type of persistent determination.

People who have pertinacity won’t give up, and they stick with things doggedly. Pursuing a difficult career requires pertinacity. Pertinacity is a mix of courage, conviction, and a little stubbornness. Pertinacity requires a strong will and self-confidence. Pertinacity can also be called perseverance, persistence, and tenaciousness. Pertinacity is related to the word tenacity, which is also a quality that combines determination and commitment.

Do you ever have those moments where a mix of random and significant happenings from the last few weeks or months suddenly piece together in your brain? Sometimes they piece together in the form of a bright, neon list of words…or an intense feeling you can’t quite label…or even a reoccurring theme. No matter what the puzzle looks or feels like, it’s an incredible “Ah, HA!” feeling.

I just had an explosion of realizations about perspective + perseverance in my little head, and there’s nothing left to do but let them FLOOD from my HEART to my FINGERTIPS to YOU.

It all started piecing together yesterday morning. I woke up mentally and physically exhausted. These last five weeks have consisted of two back-to-back, rigorous experiences: three weeks of intensive language courses + eight days of intensive job training.

These intense stretches exercised muscles in my brain I didn’t even know EXISTED. They worked my nerves like no other and tested just how much I could cram into my memory. They were tiring, BUT they were a blessing.

So with my face smashed in my pillow and my motivation melting into the mattress, I thought something to myself I haven’t thought yet: “Man…I REALLY miss having a car. I could reeeally use a trip to a drive-thru Starbucks right now.”

(When I asked David if he’s thought about his car, he replied, “ALL the time.” His BMW is in the hands of his twin brother until we return. When our nephew rides in the car with him, he goes, “Dad, why are you driving Uncle David’s car?” SO dang cute.)

All I wanted to do yesterday was put on some sunglasses (I haven’t needed those things for MONTHS), hop into Rhonda (I miss that 13-year-old silver Honda!!), blare some Spoon (GOSH, I miss driving to music!), have my long lost Americano-with-steamed-nonfat-and-a-sprinkle-of-cinnamon handed to me in record time (Germans don’t know what Americanos are unless you’re at a Starbucks), then, call my mom on the way back (All my long-distance calling, er FaceTiming or Skyping, depends on WiFi.).

UGH. In short, I was REALLY missing home and all the little comforts that came with life in Denver.

I could have sat there and continued to wallow in those feelings, BUT instead, I decided to cease the morning for what it was, not what it wasn’t. So, David and I bundled up and dragged each other out the door and walked to Starbucks. The cold, crisp air woke me up immediately, the SUN was out and actually shining on our cheeks, and all my favorite little ducks and geese dotted the water along the way.

While it’s comforting to think about what I’ll eventually get back to in Denver, it’s also pretty cool to think about what’s in front of us HERE. And get this…we liked that first-thing morning walk SO much, we rolled out of bed and got straight to it again today. We even stumbled upon an antique market this time!

Guess what? We’re approaching our three-month mark. Just about a week away. Apparently, three months after you move somewhere new, all the honeymoon (…or shall we say honeymove?) dust settles. You realize you’ve really actually moved away, and you ask yourself just W-T-F you were thinking…BUT you get through it.

So far, I haven’t had the panic or WTF questions about actually moving here, but I definitely had the panic thoughts about work this week. On the sixth day of my training, my thoughts were riddled with doubts:

Was this teaching thing the right choice?
Is this going to immerse me in Germany?
Will teaching English pull me away from learning German?
How am I going to do this??
This is going to be way harder than I thought.
Will I be able to think on my feet and roll with students’ expectations?
Every time I’m put on the spot to mock teach, I freeze. How will I ever be ready?
I’m so overwhelmed.
I’m not sure I’m meant for this.

I messaged David all my thoughts. He was out of town for work. His response was perfect: “Use these feelings as motivation to prove that you can do it.”

Then, it clicked. Those little reminders about growth and perseverance that have gracefully gotten me through this journey so far…they all hit me again.

>>> All this tension is just what I need. It’s a sign that I have room to grow. I’m not meant to have all the answers right now.
>>> Why look at these challenges and complain about them when I could be channeling that energy into motivation to overcome them?
>>> I should be turning fear of failure into fuel for growth. OH, that’s GOOD. I like that. I will stick with that.

I have no idea how teaching is going to go, but I do know that I will learn from these experiences. Yes, it’s going to be challenging, yes, it’s totally different than anything I’ve ever done before, but the only thing I can be certain of at this point is that something amazing awaits – even if it’s an incredible lesson.

God is at work, and he’s throwing a great test at me. I’m surrendering to his design, and it feels amazing.

Even though it may not feel right or comfortable on the surface at times, I know deep down that I’m exactly where I need to be.

When we’re in the thick of a storm, sometimes it feels like the clouds will never part, but eventually, in some way, shape or form, they always do.

When we make it through a challenging day, week, year or heavy stretch of our lives, we always come out stronger and primed for more. We are graced with new appreciations and perspectives THANKS to these challenges. We CAN look back and think, “Gosh…that seemed so monumental at the time,” or “Wow, I DID it!” or “OK, that was actually really funny.”

For example: The Sunday night we got back from Amsterdam, things were a little overwhelming…

In between FaceTiming with family and nervously practicing my first mock class for Monday, we found a leak under our kitchen sink, then, we noticed some weird mildew/mold growing near the ceiling…THEN, the icing on the cake? I realized I’d forgotten my retainer and mouth guard in the Netherlands!!! GASP! (Or if you say it with a mouth guard in…GASSHP!)

>>> Soapbox Sidenote: Yes, in the grand scheme of life and everything happening on this planet, these “challenges” I’ve been babbling about are very laughable. While I almost always remind myself of this reality in reflection, I also think it’s 200% appropriate to own and embrace the experiences that are unique to our journeys. There will ALWAYS be bigger problems out there in the world. There will ALWAYS be smaller problems. As long as we’re finding significance or learning opportunities in everything we can, who cares how mundane or privileged they might be perceived by others? OWN it! It’s YOUR life! OK. Stepping off my soapbox, now.

And YES, at the age of 30, I still wear a retainer. Laugh it up, punks! I’m convinced my teeth have the muscle memory of goldfish and will start swimming in random directions if not properly caged in!

At the time, it felt like the world was ending, but you know what? Everyone survived!!! And it makes for a pretty funny story…a story that even made a GERMAN laugh! 😉

(Ask David about the sense of humor level in the Dusseldorf office compared to Denver. His jokes, oh-so-often taken too literally, fall flat more than he can count. BUT his recounting of these failed jokes? Hilarious.)

So, poor Oliver, a fellow Berlitz trainee hailing from the DORF, was subjected to the dirty details of my forgotten, disgusting dental devices.

Me: So, Oliver. This is reeeally random and also quite embarrassing, but do you know anyone who has to wear a mouth guard when they sleep?
Oliver: [laughs] What??? A mouth guard???
Me: Ya. I grind my teeth. Did you ever have braces?
Oliver: Braces?
Me: You know, those awkward silver things that straighten teeth?
Oliver: OH, I think I know what you mean, but as you can see, my teeth are perfect. I didn’t need them.
Me: OH! Well, mine were ALL over the place, and after I got my braces off, I needed to wear a retainer…and I STILL wear it…AS WELL AS a mouth guard.
Oliver: OK….?
Me: So, there IS a point to this. I FORGOT THEM IN AMSTERDAM.
Oliver: [laughs] Oh, NO!
Me: I know. I called the Marriott last night. That was a funny phone call…
Oliver: And?
Me: They HAVE them, but they won’t MAIL them! Someone has to pick them up. So, I’ve been brainstorming which poor, innocent soul I should burden with the task of picking up my slimy “headgear.” David’s friend from high school whom I’ve never met? No. The girl I befriended in the bathroom at Meerbar who lives in the “DAM?” No. My friend is heading there this weekend with colleagues, and I DO feel comfortable asking her, BUT no matter how well I know the person, it’s still weird. It’s like asking someone to cart a body part across town. It’s like asking someone to hand you your dentures.
Oliver: Are they in a case?
Me: Yes, thank GOODness, but whoever lays their hands on that black case is going to have that curious feeling you get when you drive past a car accident. No matter how disturbing the scene, you can’t help but want to look, you know? I’m not sure I want someone seeing these things!! It’s like lifting the lid of a coffin and finding the corpse of the…TOOTH FAIRY!
Oliver: [laughs and laughs] You should be a storyteller! Your stories…they’re so far from any sort of plot, but hilarious all the way through!
Me: Hmmm…I’ll take that as a compliment, Oliver.
Oliver: And you know, I feel sorry for people who go through life and can’t laugh about their embarrassing moments!
Me: You know what?? I AGREE.

Like my dad always says, if we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane!

So, what am I getting at? What’s the overarching moral of these long-winded, random stories??? I’m starting to ask myself the same question.

Let me try to sum it up. AHEM. OK.

Focus, Brit. Focus.

So, back to pertinacity. Why did I toss that in? Not only can we embrace pertinacity in our actions, but I like the idea of applying it to the way we SEE things and letting it trickle from there. We can persevere through anything, and God will not hand us anything more than we can handle. 

Don’t give up!

Remember: You can always shift your perspective.

The sun must set before it can rise!
A seed must endure darkness and incredible weight before it can grow!
The glass is ALWAYS half full! 😉 I had to go there.

Life is so incredibly freeing when we see things for what they are and not what they aren’t! 

Fox example: Our little nephew turned 3 on Friday. I completely spaced to get a card or gift in the mail in time.

While David and I were bummed about missing his party, I shifted my perspective of the situation and instead asked myself how we could embrace it for what it IS. So, we planned a quick Skype date before his party, bought a huge piece of cake, a “3” candle and plotted the perfect “virtual blow-out.” We, er, David, practiced putting out a tea light from a distance with a spray bottle. Good thing we practiced. The first few times, David missed the candle and totally sprayed my face.

SO, when it came time to chat and sing Happy Birthday to him, we told him to blow into the screen. From his view, he saw the candle blow out magically, and from our view, David successfully sprayed the flame and we saw a PRICELESS expression. I planned on videoing it, but got so lost in the moment. My nephew’s smile made my world stop. THAT, my friends, totally beats everything I was sad to miss. We were able to share in a super special moment, all because we decided to shift our perspective.

OK. I’m sick of hearing myself talk, and as you can see, I have lots to say about this topic.

Until my next babble sesh, I want to hear about your own shifted perspectives and “Ah, HA” moments!

Leave a comment or drop me a line. I would LOVE to hear from you.

Hugs and high fives,
Brit