Rest on Your Laurels

I’ve been watching The Forsyte Saga. I think it falls in the ‘british drama’ category. These types of series are amazingly realistic, capturing so many small details and emotions that are missed in fast paced movies. some times they are just so sad, alot are based on ancient writings or real happenings. They tend to make me more grateful for life and what I have.

One particular incident in this episode made a big impression on me and I’ve been thinking on it ever since.

Dartie, a Forsyte in-law, is gambling and showing off for some women. He has won a big stash, looks like it was probly more than he had his entire life maybe? So what does he do? 

“What say we go the whole hog?”

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Cousin George standing there knows his situation, and advises him to ‘rest on his laurels.'(spoiler alert) he goes ‘the whole hog’

and loses everything.

 

So I’ve been thinking about that phrase ‘rest on your laurels.’ (probably over-thinking it)  It is so easy to be careless with what we have. We often think we need more. How many times do we lose what we already have because we are constantly searching for that slight chance that ‘this next time, I’ll win it all.’  

That verse- having food and clothing, let us then be content. Too often i think this is impossible. Yet I’ve seen people live this way and very possibly have a higher quality of life. They are not bogged down with responsibility for all their possessions. 

Yeah, i’d like a bigger house, a beach vacation (every weekend) and all kinds of things. Since I’ve been thinking about it, I reallize that all my needs are met and I have it very nice. 

 

So people, rest on your laurels. If you have lots of things and can afford them, enjoy them.

Enjoy the small things in life, too

Enjoy the people around you. your mom. your dad. your friends. your children.

Don’t gamble your life away. THINK- this next venture may gain you mucho dinero, but what is it really gonna cost ya?

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Welcome to Hooray For the Turtle

I’m Lisa. I’m the turtle. 

    ImageOnce upon a time, in the sleepy town of Juan Adrian, my sister sent me on an errand.

‘Go to Gloria’s house and see if you can borrow a cupcake tin.’

So i set off at a nice clip. Round trip should only take me about 20-30 min. Past 

the neighbors, the little colmado, a good friends gramma’s house, 

a catholic church, the cruze, the market, chuvina’s house, then finally,

Gloria’s house.

I made it in good time, it was probably 10 am. Got the cupcake tin and made a lil chit-chat with Gloria. Now- Return home.

Chuvina was on her porch. I wave and ask how she is doing. As is custom, she replies with

many details. Not been feeling well, worried about a relative in the states, taking a breather

from preparing lunch in the hot kitchen.

I move on.

Passing the market, i see a friend from further out of town, so i gotta say hey!

Hugs and greetings, small talk, move on. I see people on the street, some I know,

some I don’t. Franeiri was visiting her gramma, Pancho was working in the colmado

on the corner, Negra was sweeping the sidewalks.  

After about 2 hours of walking and talking, i made it home. I give my sister the cupcake tin and she says ‘Hooray for the turtle! She got the tin!’

that’s me. Thats how i function. So this blog is for me and those like me, who are sometimes

very unmotivated. (and others who are not so unmotivated, everyone welcome.) My goal is to encourage others to have their ‘hooray for the turtle’ moments. I’ll be posting mine. 🙂