this photo was taken the year I was born
I have three women on which I try to model everything I do in life. Mary Marjerrison was my grandmother’s best friend and was a saint. When I remember to act in life the way that she did I sleep very peacefully at night. My grandmother, Jean Allison Bullock was no saint but she had great style and I loved her a lot. Her home was beautiful while being very comfortable and her wardrobe was always stylish but nothing she couldn’t wear while washing the dishes. My mother, Gloria Bullock, has true peace in her soul. I have rarely felt judged by her and always feel her acceptance and love.
I feel fortunate to have such examples of grace, style and love to draw from and gain guidance by to maneuver through my day. I think the key to successfully emulating these women is to find the confidence and joy in acting so selflessly.
To be able to spread love and joy throughout our kitchens, drive-times (ha!), jobs and grocery lines there must be love and joy inside of us. I believe that when we begin to trust ourselves and discover our confidence we find all the love and joy we need to share. We can be generous rather than miserable.
All the time and energy we use to worry about not being good enough or too fat or talentless is time away from being productive, loving, gorgeous people. Plus none of those things are true. We are good. We have strong, capable bodies. We are talented. We are gorgeous & cute. We have enough to do in those kitchens and jobs and highways and grocery stores. We certainly don’t need to spend a minute doubting ourselves.
Some say there is no accounting for taste. I disagree. I think when we are at peace within ourselves and have a sense of calm in our lives, regardless of our situation, we can recognize beauty. Everyone is born with an elegance about them. That elegance can be misplaced, covered up, drowned out, bent. It cannot be lost. It can be rediscovered.
my father made this box out of an old fence
the floral frog was my grandmother’s
Treat yourself the way you would want your best friend to be treated. Every time I have ever said that sentence to anyone I can see the light dawn over their head. Wouldn’t it be great if we could pull off this idea? Imagine what life would be like if we always choose for ourselves the best and brightest.
Just imagine how many lousy dates I could have avoided if my best friend were in charge of the selection. How much bad food I would not have eaten in moments of crisis. Think of how much sooner I would have added exercise into my life had it not been up to me. I would never have had too much to drink or dropped out of college or married an idiot. No insulting things would ever be thought or said about myself as I stand in front of a mirror in my underwear each morning. I would have practiced the piano and the guitar and the violin and the recorder and ice skating. I would paint every day. Oh when I think of the bad haircuts I could have avoided. I would have learned that I love kale years ago. I would be able to speak a foreign language or two. I would never have bought dumb cars. I would never drive too fast or tailgate. I would know how to swim. My garden would be lovely. I would never watch reality TV. Well, maybe the food channel.
What would your best friend choose for you?