It is late at night and someone across the way is playing La Vie En Rose. It is the French way of saying, I am looking at the world through rose-colored glasses. – Sabrina, 1954
I was in the midst of reading the menu on the restaurant wall when my little cousin looked at me and asked why I was making a face. I had no idea what he meant until he did a startling impression of me looking across the room at the sign. Small children are nothing if not honest. He was squinting. Really squinting.
I realized in that moment that years of wearing glasses casually were over. I had to admit I’d crossed the line from kind of needing them sometimes to kind of needing them often most of the time. All of those fun frames I’d amassed over the years were no longer a mere option. It was obviously affecting my ability to read and upping the potential for serious crow’s feet.
So, I wear them because I can see clearly. Plus, I’m kind of vain.
At twelve, I was absolutely giddy when I was told I could get my first pair. Everyone else in my family had them. My mother accessorized with them in the same way she did earrings or bracelets. And, as any child of the eighties can attest, accessories make the outfit. So, I gleefully picked out a pair, which I wore almost practically never. Which is more than I wore my retainer. The glittery plastic retainer that replaced the one I broke, the one that I also never wore.
For years, I loved shopping for frames like shopping for shoes. Or shopping for pretty much anything. I’m a child of the eighties, remember?
I love glasses. But, like the retainer, I just don’t like being told what to do. Having to rely on them. Accept the things we cannot change – and maybe get a pair of contacts to mix it up a little?
On that note, five great things someone else said about acceptance.
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have accepted fear as part of life – specifically the fear of change… I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back…. – Erica Jong
It’s a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. – W. Somerset Maugham
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. – Elizabeth Bishop
The moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given the door with open. – Rumi
P.S. File this under ONLY CONNECT: I normally write my posts day of, but I wrote this last week knowing I’d be a bit busy with the Alex project through yesterday. There must be glasses on the brain in the blogosphere – check out this great post on BlogHer about a woman and her hunt for the perfect frames. Small, small internet. Lots of us in need of glasses.