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Truth in Advertising and Lessons in Integrity

Integrity (to be truthful) isn’t what causes me to whip out my credit card.

No, it’s usually a vision of a new, improved me. Insert the word “serum” and I’m a goner. Show me that Lori Greiner from Shark Tank gave it a thumbs up, and I say sign me up. Before and after photos? They’re eye candy to me and I look for the PayPal prompt.

I love buying hope.

Who knew my love of seductive advertising would collide with our Word of the Week (WOW), integrity, this past week?

It’s usually easy-peasy to find some inspirational quotes that resonate with our WOW. But integrity?

Look, I’ve got a glaring half-inch of gray hair at my temples. My toenails are an unkempt, chipped, sick blue color. You can now pinch way more than an inch (if you dare try) and my fingernail-less hands now fly unhindered over my keyboard.

The truth? I’m thinking about my next meal or series to binge-watch.

Not integrity.

Even though it being the word of the week nudged at me. I should get some inspiration on this, right?

Then my sister called.

Shirlee is the perfect example of integrity and I’ll give you two of boatloads of examples I could share. These are just from THIS week.

I belong to Backstage, an online portal for voiceover artists, actors, and all types of performers. We see gigs that appeal to us and submit auditions. It’s fun! And voiceover work always provided shoe money for me since my early twenties.

Now that my sister is building quite a reputation as a gifted actress, I sometimes see ads for jobs she’d be perfect for. And I sent her one, this week:

WOMAN WHO IS SIXTY; MUST LOOK FORTY.

Well of course, that’s Shirlee!

I read further. The commercial promoted a skin cream. And it was a paying gig, non-union. Perfect!

So I sent it to her, already planning how we’d record her audition and spend the booty.

Not so fast, Brenda.

We’re heading into a showdown with INTEGRITY.

She graciously thanked me, then sweetly said, “But wouldn’t that be lying? I mean, I’ve never used the cream…”

“It’s a paying gig! Who cares!”

Then silence.

Had any of the thousands of models hawking serum possessed an OUNCE of integrity, I may have saved THOUSANDS of hard-earned dollars.

But Shirlee?

She’s one in a million.

Example number two: While coexisting on lockdown at home, she and Tony have made fabulous meals, watched wonderful movies, created art with pasta…

Seriously. She’s beautiful, nice, and a creative genius.

…and she also taught Tony – for the first time in his life – to play Solitaire.

As she completed the deck, which resulted in a “no win” Tony said, “So now what?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“I mean, that’s IT?”

“Yes. When the deck is done, you either win or lose.”

“No! Don’t you shuffle what’s left and try to win?”

“No!

Shirlee had never cheated at Solitaire.

Perhaps the memories of Mom-Mom’s favorite admonition: “Thou God See-est Me” ingrained on her heart from youth kept Shirlee’s sinful nature at bay.

Or maybe she simply doesn’t HAVE one.

Who knows? I say thank you, Shirlee. You gave me something to write about during a week when all I wanted to do was eat cheesecake.

And for all my life, you’ve been the female Jesus and a beacon of all that is good and right with the world.

Parting thoughts on INTEGRITY, and a comforting new Word of the Week:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8b0uc7Vymo

Which means we can return to our recliners and eat cheesecake in peace.

xoxoxox

Love,
Brenda

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WOW (Word of the Week) – 11.29.15

I hope you got your hopes up this past week!  EXPECTANCY is full of fizzy bubbles and the pop of the champagne bottle; it’s a way of living that says “Something marvelous could happen today!”

It’s the exact opposite of a Murphy’s law approach to life.

But we don’t go from one thrilling moment to the next in this life, do we?

There are a good amount of bends in the road; valleys to survive and mountains to climb.  Which is why this week’s new WOW is right on the money.  Here’s my wrap-up of the past week and the big reveal for the one just begun:

Sometimes we don’t know our own STRENGTH.  But boy, are we intimately aware of our weaknesses!

As I whipped up what felt like a million loaves of raisin bread this past week, I was interrupted by a phone call.  When I returned to the mixing bowl, I couldn’t remember if I had added the baking powder or not.  Or the salt. The flour didn’t taste tainted, so I added in those ingredients, hoping I hadn’t doubled up and that the batch would turn out.

It was clear as I peered through the oven door that something was amiss.  It was evident when, after cooling, I turned the loaf pan over and instead of the normal, smooth and somewhat bouncy exit, this bread wouldn’t budge.  I chiseled around the edges.  Still nothing.  More chiseling, then pounding on its loaf back until finally it emerged.

In five warm, slightly soft pieces.

Certainly, this was no loaf appropriate to send to friends and family.

For a fleeting moment, I held the delusion that I could coexist with these nutmeg-y, dough-y bread parts and enjoy them over the course of the next week or so with Duane and my morning coffee.

Until I began shoving them in my mouth.

It started out innocently enough; breaking a teeny, pillow-y piece to see if tasted OK.

It did.

It really did.

The next time I looked at this broken, misfit loaf, it was half gone.  (Cue film title:  Gone in 60 Seconds.)

This would likely NEVER have happened if Duane was home.  Binging is a solitary act and this was a rare occasion of being home alone with freshly baked bread.

It was a perfect storm of temptation.

When I came to and saw the half-eaten loaf, I said to myself, “Self, you’re not strong enough for this.”

And I threw the scrumptious remainder in the trash.

Knowing that wouldn’t suffice, I covered it in more trash (and not just paper)  so that a forthcoming weak moment wouldn’t find me digging for one more bite.

Being honest about our weaknesses helps us to be strong. 

When I marvel at my almost 1 month of not smoking or over two years of not drinking, it’s not about my strength so much as it is a daily devotion to truth.

The good news is that at any moment you can choose the truth. When you let it smack you between the eyes, the strength to  change course is its companion.

It’s like the bonus bag at the Clinique counter – spend $25 and get this FREE gift of goodies (valued at $75). These are offers I can rarely resist.

Yes, I have discovered that strength is the bonus gift that accompanies honesty.

Don’t beat yourself up over the half-eaten bread.  Celebrate that the other half is in the trash!  And let your love affair with the truth strengthen you this week.

xoxoxo

Brenda

 

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