Breaking out the Rose-colored Glasses
Tuesday, October 21st, 2008
I am buying a pair of rose colored glasses (seriously). As it gets harder to look at the world (of my finances) through the glare of my contacts, feeling the gunkiness of allergies and that unpleasant stuck sensations that blur the vision - I wear torric lens so they need to move, I really think a pair of rose colored glasses would be just the thing. Maybe I should say cheap rose colored glasses, that would be more accurate.
I used to have this wonderful vision (well, I take that back, I was born with amazingly awful eyesight), but I used to have this wonderful optimism that life would be just groovy - all the time. The vision included proverbial white picket fences - me independent of any corporate establishment, prospering in my self-owned business, being part of a community where people would wave when they crossed your path, hot coffee 24/7, decent beer, and cool nights with soft, warm clothes that would go by so fast that I would need a retirement game plan before I knew it. Some might dare to call me naive. At university, I was often told that my idealism would eventually fade as I grew up, but being a bit of a rebel, I held on to it. In fact I am still holding on to it, though I fear I have been holding it so tightly that there are imprints of my fingernails on my palms, permanently. Sure there have been times when the optimism waned and the idealism propelled me forward (think Desert Storm and 9/11). I guess the idealism has propelled me quite far since 9/11, but I find I could really use a boost of energy to keep it going.
Then an interesting client walked into my life, one who was literally wearing rose colored eyeglasses. Here is the fun part - the client is of the male persuasion. When I asked abut his glasses (they were sooo cool), he told me he was an ergonomic engineer and had been looking for the perfect color combination that would protect his eyes from the evils of the atmosphere (my words, not his) and would make reality a little brighter. He felt there must be something to the rose colored glasses cliche, so he studied color-theory and the glasses came into being.
So, I asked him if seeing the world through rose colored glasses improves his daily life or the way he sees it. Apparently it does. It gives life a fascinating tint, he claims.
As I went over both my business and personal budget last night, lamenting the lattes that I have given up (need the money for gas to get to the office) and I thought about how nice it used to be to walk to the coffee shop near my office and indulge in the steamed milk. As I thought this, my partner was in the next room, huffing and puffing as he began his daily work out ritual at the house, as he now claims the gym membership is too costly (and not convenient enough to justify the gas expense).
Maybe it is time to get a pair of rose colored glasses - cheap. Maybe it is time to see the world in new colors.










