There’s a small stack of 2011 moleskin agendas sitting in the corner. Someone I know was planning to throw them away. It was such a waste of paper that I brought them home with me instead to be used as scrap paper.
These things don’t just magically appear in our world, after all – someone has to chop down the trees, turn their pulp into paper, bind the paper into agendas, design an eye-pleasing cover, ship the agendas to a warehouse and then to the store, unpack the boxes, make price tags, merchandise them, and then (hopefully) sell them.
That’s a lot of work!
As soon as the words, “I’ll take them,” dribbled out of my mouth I realized something:
I’m becoming my grandparents.
This isn’t a bad thing. They’re wonderful people. I’d just never thought about how many of their values I’d absorbed growing up.
My mother’s parents don’t waste a drop of anything. They used rotary phones until I was nearly out of high school. (And I’m pretty sure at least of of their phones still is a rotary.) No one wastes food under their roof and inedible food scraps are fed to the barn cats. If you ever were to visit them and wanted to write a note they have a desk full of scraps of paper. Years ago when my parents needed extra suitcases for a longer vacation than we’d taken before my grandfather dug some out of one of his storage rooms. They were forty or fifty years old but still worked great.
There are many differences between them and me but in this area we agree 100%.
I know I’m not the only who has caught myself acting like someone I know.
When was the last time you caught yourself doing or saying something that sounded just like something one of your loved ones would have done?