Changing Perspectives

Lil’ Toot here. Not that long ago, the Weather was windy. And cold. Mom and I were out on Our morning walkabout. Mom was stomping along, muttering to Herself about how cold it was. How hard It was to get warmed up. She had on every piece of Winter Clothing She could find, all the way to doubled-up long johns. (She was also saying some naughty words to Herself. Really, Mom!) Not living unstuck.

Then She looked over at Me. I was romping and frolicking. Catching and letting go of Leaves. Candy Wrappers. Paper Cups, and empty soda cans. I was having a Ball in My Make-Believe Playground. Mom shook Her head and Laughed. After that, She changed Her perspective. Her steps were Lighter and She began to sing. That’s My Mom. Living unstuck.

I wonder: Do You grump through the Day? Or do You allow for a Change in Your point of View? I say: Shift that Perspective. Far more Fun to play in Your Imaginary Playland. Let’s do this Together! Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#spontaneous

The way I live my life is on spontaneity.
—Mel B