Don’t dismiss the Barbie. She might teach you something. Seriously.

I’m sorry. I’m totally biased. If you’re in a bikini at the beach and tanned and walk around as if you own the place, I’m most probably going to roll my eyes and think of you as a poppie [Barbie]. Ag, who am I kidding? You just have to be there, no walking around necessary. It’s just one of those things. One with green eyes maybe. You know, like in green-eyed monster. Yes! Do I really have to spell it out? J-E-A-L-O-U-S-Y. And you’ll be immediately categorised as: “Not my kind of people”. So much for not judging a book by its cover, hey?

Saw an interesting show the other day featuring one of these poppies. Two people got to change lives for, I think a week, and each of them had to challenge the other to do something that they often do themselves. In this episode a ‘poppie’ changed life with the guy who did Aladdin’s voice in a Disney animated movie of the same name. He is also a writer of some sitcom. He challenged the poppie to evaluate some of the written material for funniness (listen to actors performing the words and then say if it sounded funny enough) and to do some voice-over work, in effect to say Is this your first time in the market place? in seven or eight different ways.

OK. So this guy is relatively famous in his neck of the woods.

Why did I think the guy learned more from the challenges that the poppie gave him than what she did in the challenges he gave her?

This poppie challenged him to surf and to swim with the sharks. She, it turns out, has a motto for life: “Go big!”. She’s a surfer and a shark boat captain. No wonder she can wear that bikini and is tanned and looks like she owns the land/sea.

What’s my point? One could easily be fooled into thinking that you’ll learn more from the famous guy than from the perceived poppie. And while I’m not thinking of taking up surfing or shark cave diving any time soon, I am contemplating having some kind of motto. I’m playing around with SHOW YOUR PASSION! or PARTICIPATE!, maybe. “Go big!” is something this fat girl can too easily take too literally, so forgive me if I pass on that one! Let me know if you’ve got a good motto that I could maybe borrow for a week or so.


You can really count on dishes and facebook photos of yourself…

I read somewhere that you can always count on the dishes. They’ll be there when big things happen, and they’ll be there when nothing much happens in your life. The dishes won’t let you down.

I found it interesting that Ann Marie Woodall refers to the virtues of a clean kitchen sink in a chapter on vitality in her book Secrets of a high-heeled healer! Vitality – clean kitchen sink (OK, I am using a bit of poetic licence here, I’m leaving out the connecting tissue of her thought process: the long and the short of it is that clutter and chaos in your life robs you of your energy).

The chapter starts with a quote from F Scott Fitzgerald:

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but also the ability to start over.

After reading this quote, I am rather concerned that my dishes are exhibiting more vitality than I am…

But you get the point? Clutter is bad for vitality. Another aspect of clutter’s negative influence in our lives are body image (No, I am not using any poetic licence here. It’s in a section with the title: vitality vampire 1: the ‘clutter buts’). Her argument makes sense. When our wardrobes are filled with clothes in sizes we will never wear again; each time we sort through it we are reinforcing shattered dreams of sylph-like bodies or supermodel legs.

Talking about shattered dreams. Why is it that you can look yourself in the mirror every day and not see yourself quite in the same negative light as action photos of yourself on facebook? Do we look at ourselves objectively? When do we start judging our images and why?

 Maybe the real clutter robbing us of our vitality can be found in our thoughts.