I walked out the office door yesterday to this:
I immediately picked it up. Then I put it back down and snapped pictures to post on the internet in a ridiculous fashion.
We can learn a lot from a dancing, fiddle-playing pig.
That little dude looks happy to me—even in the midst of all that…um…barbeque. (I don’t judge).
Not really my kind of cuisine, but the Georgia Pig is sort of a legendary “dive” around these parts. I love it when business owners use their spaces to “scatter sunshine.” #ilovemarketing
Any-
I’m-a wax poetic because this has been soaking up my mental marinade overnight. One of the things that stood out to me when I read the card was this:
“Forget Self.”
Two words. So simple. So blunt.
It’s no secret that people with *ahem* issues (addictions, disorders, afflictions, depression..etc.) are some of the most selfish people on the planet. We can be the most loving, caring compassionate folks but still…selfish, selfish, selfish.
We can’t help it. When we’re caught up in our stuff, there is an impenetrable wall of “me,me,me” going on and little room for much else.
I mean, when we’re all caught up in our own shiz –think about it — Basically we’re walking around with our heads up our own razzmatazz. <—mental image anyone? Because I’m not going there.
Here’s the thing about being self-absorbed; self-consumed: the YOU in you is absorbed. Consumed. Digested and turned to…well… you know. Basically- you lose yourself.
So….I guess.. we better
Forget Self before we Wreck Self.
That is all.
- Oh, um .. do you like BBQ? lol.
Very true!! I know that I am too much about me me me me me and so wrapped up in my own shizz that I miss awesome amazing things going on around me, and amazing awesome people!
Love that advertising strategy 
I am so “me, me, me” I make myself sick. Which I am telling you now, because, you know me,me,me.
Why yes, now I do like barbecue. For years, I was afraid of it. I enjoyed a barbecued hamburger today, as a matter of fact. With ketchup.
oh my gooodness I am truly enjoying the answers to the question I posted. LOL.
There’s really no such thing as a Barbeque Hamburger — unless you’re a Yankee or something. Girl you need to scoot your boot on down to the Southlands!
I like this post! I actually don’t eat BBQ, but I love that advertising strategy to leave positive little cards around. If I did eat barbeque that place would get my business because of it
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I love ..no I LOVE LOVE LOVE! when company’s use their packaging, storefronts and promotions to promote…well just “Good” stuff. I actually adore even Bible references though when I was in High School that would have irritated the heck out of me. So I understand why some would be peeved. But now, I am a Christian and …”don’t mind if I do!”
Why am I getting into this? I do not know.
Another lovely post. Thanks. Razzmatazz comment made me think of some of the forward bends through the legs in the ashtanga intermediate series haha (tho I’m not there yet). also enjoyed the ice cube reference. or at least i picked up on an ice cube reference? either way, stumbling on a how to be happy message is fun
COOOOOOL POINTS!!!!!!!!
I’m not a BBQ fan but I do love the smell of backyard bbqs when I’m taking the poodle out walking
lol….LOVE. Thank you.
My dog like, RUNS up to people grilling in my hood. She be like “I don’t EVER smell this at home!”
Forget self before we wreck self… &Others?
True dat!
I have to admit that I love bbq, but I love pigs even more, so I don’t eat it.
We are all selfish sometimes, and like everything, too much is never good, but we also have to be selfish when it comes to self-care. I hope you are feeling better and that you are giving yourself lots of love!
True that about self care — I always say “you can tell I am in a good place when my nails are groomed and glittered.”
That’s a pretty nifty card and way to spread some goodness. I love gems like that.
*You and the tags gal! Love ‘em. Love and light to you!*
I have mixed feelings about this. I agree that I am selfish, in the sense that obsessing over what I eat, how much I exercise, and comparing myself to others doesn’t help anyone – it’s all about me. And the pain that I have caused my parents is selfish too.
But at the same time, I agree with Angela – I think we have to be selfish when it comes to recovery. Frankly, I don’t care enough about myself to do what I should be doing for my body (i.e. fueling it). Part of recovery, at least for me, is recognizing that I am *worth* something.
Yeah, I so get that.
so I guess we need to aim for a balance…I suppose it would be taking time for self-care like hobbies, relaxing baths, going out with friend..etc…BUT while we are doing those things NOT being all up in our head thinking about “me,me,me,thighs,fridge,food,me,shopping,me,i need to change,my recovery, me, thighs, food, fat…..” you know what I mean?
Do I know what I mean?