LuLaRoe Nicole & Hope

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West Union Flower Shop, Ohio

A couple of weeks ago I didn’t even know who or what LuLaRoe was.  Now I do.  I was invited to a party on Facebook by a friend I haven’t seen since grade school and thought- why not?

From what I gather, LuLaRoe is a clothing line including some crazy printed leggings that must be totally comfy because everyone seemed to be buying them.  I am not a big wearer of leggings so breaking one of my own rules, I bought a dress named Nicole.  Apparently all the dress styles have names.

The rule is: Don’t buy clothing online.  If I can’t try it on inevitably it won’t fit.  With all the vanity sizing that goes on these days who knows what size I really am?  I decided to hope for the best and get a small which sounded like it wouldn’t fit because I’m not generally a small.  It was supposed to fit a size 6-8 so and the last dress I bought was a 6 so….

Naturally I get it and – surprise!- it doesn’t fit.  I don’t think I have gained any weight because all my other clothes seem to fit.  Never the less, it leads me to an evaluation of my current diet and activity and I see that I have been a bit of a sloth recently.  So I make the pledge to myself that I’ll exercise everyday.  Right?  That lasted about a day.  Then I decided okay, I’ll exercise every other day then.

I was texting the story to my daughter and I said, “So I think we know where this is heading.”  Her response, “Not necessarily!”

Awwww. That is one of the things that I love, love, love, best about my kids.  They are so hopeful and they always know how to bring me up when I am spiraling downward.

We all need people in our lives who do that for us.  Unfortunately not everyone has that luxury.  I know this may be what some people would call a petty example of hope.  The fact that it is small is the exact reason that it’s a good example.

Hope needs to be woven into our lives in everything we do – big and small. Tweet: Hope needs to be woven into our lives in everything we do-big & small.https://ctt.ec/8f42F+

When it is, it makes it easier to share the gift of hope with others.  I want hope to flow out of me the same way I see it flowing out of my kids.

We all get judged everyday for a variety of reasons: what we wear, how we move, ethnicity, the car we drive, our voice, our size, our hair color etcetera. Etcetera. The list goes on and on and on.  At the same time, we all pass judgment on the people we interact with daily without even thinking about it.  Our actions reflect those judgments.

Our judgments change when we take the time to get to know someone.  Maybe that man in Walmart who looks like someone you wouldn’t want to say hello to is really in need of a smile today.  Maybe the woman over there all decked out in her finery without a hair out-of-place is actually someone who goes deep and is not just all about the superficial.  Maybe  that business man isn’t just an empty suit.  Maybe that forklift driver has a degree in physics.  Maybe that lawn care technician is really a pro golfer.

The key to finding out is engaging with others.

I think part of the reason hope can be lost is due to everyone being tied up in their own lives.  When we move beyond our own little world into someone else’s it not only allows us to bring them hope, but they might surprise us and give some hope back to us too.

I could go on and on about this and maybe I will another day.  Right now I don’t have time because I have to go get my exercise in.  I am happy to say I’m still on my every other day program and the medium LuLaRoe I exchanged the small for fits just fine.

via Discover Challenge: Hope Gone Viral

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