If you have a corn-dar, you might want to turn it off for this post. Most who know me know I'm a bizarre contradiction of sweet and edgy, Laura Ingalls and Linkin Park, Ivory soap and body piercing, organic fruit and dark beer...well, you get the idea. So it should really come as no surprise that embedded in that sweet backstory, right beside Bob Ross, is a wee bit of Mr. Fred Rogers.
Say what you like about the man, but he could pop and lock with the best of them while delivering bite-sized portions of something we could all use a little more of: kindness. It wasn't just that he knew about the land of make-believe like I did, but each episode offered another piece of scaffolding to help children complete the only genuine project that ever matters in life: a strong sense of self.
Yesterday on YouTube, I ran across his final on-camera goodbye from the PBS set. I'd never seen it before, but I think life was waiting for just this moment for me to hear his message. In a business laden with rejection and trying to fit in to the perfect slot someone else envisioned, don't we all need to hear that we are worthy of the word "special"? Today, I did. It's a minute and a half of sweet. I hope it brings you a smile.
And if that doesn't, this might. Sure it's 1:16 shredded from your day, but for Pete Thornton's sake, it's a Mister Rogers-MacGyver hybrid. Who can't get all up into that?
AND, a super-huge thank you to Jen for mailing me a sample of Avon's Bond Girl Forever. I "lifted to experience" and immediately thought of my dollhouse when I was eight. Left field, I know. It actually smells like a wee bit of feminine kick ass-ness, in a flowery sort of way. You're awesome, Jen.
It's such a good feeling to know you're alive. It's such a happy feeling, you're growing inside and when you wake up ready to say....
What did you wake up ready to say today?