One day at The Ranch Store I realized that I had not written a love letter to you, my dear reader, in over 2 months. Please forgive me. I have kept you in my thoughts and now once again at my finger tips.
So did you have a happy holiday season? I certainly hope so. Now is the time of year for new beginnings and resolutions. I am a weakling, no willpower whatsoever, so I don’t usually make resolutions. I fear failure. Last year I did give up chewing gum. Now, you may say, “big deal”. Let me tell you, it IS a big deal. you may have no idea how many people have badger breath and don’t know it. Dealing with customers, I never want to be one of those people. What got me to give up gum was how I looked chewing it. I actually watched myself in the mirror one day. Heaven forbid I concentrate on myself while eating a meal. I might become anorexic. Anyway, chewing gum gone, breath mints in. One bad habit exchanged for another.
Are all resolutions an exchange? For me, maybe. Let’s ponder a few that may be for the better. Better for me and The Ranch Store anyway. This year and from now on I will sincerely TRY to not judge people by the clothes or lack there of that they choose to shop in. Instead I will mentally picture myself in these pieces of attire and laugh at myself. Heaven only knows how many people laugh at the way I dress anyway.
I will TRY to listen to the whole problem without thinking, “just shoot it”. After all I can’t sell feed to people without animals. Heaven only knows how many people laugh at the silly problems I choose to share with them.
I will TRY to be less of a control freak. This is a big one for me, and I scratch my head in a very annoying way when I am contemplating doing something I really have NO intention of doing. Just writing these past two sentences has given me a bald spot. Yes, I know The Ranch Store is not a one person operation, but someone has to be the surgeon, right? I know without any reservation that anyone can do what I do, but no one can do it the WAY I do. That is my basis of my problem. So here’s the trade, give me ME and I will delegate more. We will have twice the fun we do now.
Let’s go for four, just because I have problems with odd numbers. (They can be so lonely.) I will TRY to give up some of my paranoia and superstitions. Already I can see a fail on this one. Yes, I am one of those who has lucky underwear and won’t pick up a penny if it is face down. On the other hand, I am a true believer of Karma. What Karma has to do with a likeness of good old Abe Lincoln kissing the pavement, I’m not sure. Could be a warning to keep my eyes straight ahead so I do end up kissing the pavement. Heaven only knows how many people laugh at me for knocking on wood CONSTANTLY.
Ok, now for somethings I have no intention of changing. I am going to laugh every day. I am going to try to lighten any burden that is shared with me. I am going to be thankful for EVERY THING.
Last thing – Tights aren’t pants and real men don’t wear buns
And from The Ranch Store, all the best to you in 2016.
©Ginger Ranch 2016