“Who are you wearing?”
The question of the red carpet Golden Globes pre-show. It’s all about what designer, what accessories and what arm candy. I have to admit (just between you and I) – I happen to love awards pre-shows, quite possibly more than the actual awards shows. In addition, I love anything on E! and Bravo (yes, Real Housewives of ANYWHERE fans, I am with you). Sorry if your respect for me just went down a rung. You can’t help who you love, just as you can’t help what awful reality shows you get sucked into.
The funny thing about all this is, as I was about to begin my post for the evening, I realized I have the polar opposite concept occurring on my TV screen right now. As Ryan Seacrest interviews Dior-clad celebrities, many of whom are dipped in Harry Winston-like jewels, I was about to delve into my 3am thoughts from a recent early morning in Costa Rica. Since Hugo and I got married in 2009, we have visited Costa Rica once, sometimes twice, a year, to visit my parents, who also fly in, or my aunt and uncle who live down there post-retirement as ex-Pats. During our annual trip this past December, I lay awake one night, restless and thinking as I find myself from time to time. On this particular occasion, I found myself gazing through the window shade crack, out into the full moon night sky of the Guanacaste Province. As I did so, I thought of myself as an ant. A single, minuscule ant, clinging to this overwhelmingly large planet, as we hurl through space and time, chasing the sun and being followed by the moon. The ant is so small, as we all are, not only on our own planet but in the greater scope of the universe and well beyond. I enjoy this concept and here’s why.
Life can be too much at times. Too much good and hopefully not too often, too much bad. Most of the time we ride somewhere comfortably in between, but even then we can feel a little suffocated by things that, quite frankly, really don’t matter. The unnecessary stress we put on ourselves, whether it is because we are too critical or because the world isn’t always nice, can be burdensome and difficult to navigate. We are also less important than we make ourselves out to be and no better or worse than any other creature on earth. I am sick of watching those around me operate as if they supersede an insect on their window screen or an animal trying to cross the street through traffic. That’s why I like to always remember that I am the ant.
Actually we are all the ants. The clothes and jewelry don’t matter. The silly comments don’t matter. And the worries that seem important at the time, but easily fade after a little time has passed, really don’t matter. What truly matters is who we are as human beings and fellow species on this planet, how we love one another and what we choose to do with our lives. I like to remember the importance of this perspective as often as possible because it centers me and allows me to quickly prioritize my feelings about whatever is happening in my life. If I am overwhelmed with nonsense, I remember that I am one of many ants on this giant planet, just trying to survive and thrive, and none of the chaos really matters.