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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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An Adventure of the Soul

When the Word of the Week is adventure, it conjures up places to go, things to do and people to see. But when the world is on pause and the only adventures to be had are within the walls of your home, it forces a different kind of adventure.

See, you can’t escape yourself.

There you are. All the time.

If you’re fortunate enough to live with a saint like Mark, you don’t mind being hunkered down together.

But perhaps you, like me, are going a lil’ bit stir crazy?

My personal quarantine story is amplified by a thrilling new twist: weaning myself off of hormone replacement therapy.

Some people are going grey during COVID-19.

I may grow a beard!

Okay, that’s a poor attempt at humor (but I hope you laughed.)

My goal for 2020 was to be completely pharmaceutical-free. This journey began in 2017 when I quit Zoloft. The only drugs remaining in my system were low doses of estrogen and progesterone. And I fully intended to say goodbye to them, too…

…then COVID-19 hit.

When the pills ran out, I called my doctor and fully expected the refill to go through without a visit to her office. After all, the world is social distancing and if the situation isn’t dire, who should leave home to sit amongst sick people, right?

Wrong.

Told that I needed blood work to get my refill, I did what any hormonally-challenged woman would do. I burst into slobbering tears. Heaving, gulping tears.

The sloppy wailing held no sway with my doctor’s gatekeeper.

And I had no peace about venturing out for blood work. This stalemate, I knew, was a sign from the universe to stick it out and cold turkey the detox.

Kind Mark looked at my tear-streaked face (the third in as many days) and said, “Are you sure?”

He’s no fool. He’s got to LIVE with this wrecking ball of inflamed human emotion, wrapped in a bow of irrational thoughts, suspicions, dread and overwhelm.

I fully understand why he thought getting me some drugs might be a good idea!

However, the FLIPSIDE of this adventure in detoxing is the depth of emotion I’m feeling.

It’s not all happy emotions; some are so empathetic I can hardly bear all the feels…

…but at least I am fully ALIVE.

And for that, I’m incredibly grateful. First of all, I consider all of the poor souls suffering in sickness right now. The many who have died a victim to this deadly virus and who have sadly made their transition in the solitude social distancing demands.

I may be a bit of a hot mess right now. But I am healthy and alive.

Second, stuff that normally gets a pass or rolls off my back now instigates a full-blown experience. This amplified state of emotions REQUIRES examination. There’s no ignoring the rage, depression, anxiety, or vitriol. It must be inspected because ain’t no way I want those ugly tenants hanging out in my psyche.

So, being at home with me and my hormones has been an adventure of epic proportions.

We’re two weeks in and the science says it’ll take six to eight to be free.

Please send Mark your prayers and well-wishes.

His path to sainthood is almost assured as he quietly and calmly observes this circus of a roommate as she mines the depths of despair. Only to be perfectly fine minutes later when distracted by a ludicrous episode of Tiger King.

More on adventures and an interesting new Word of the Weeks!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bf8EAgM3ti8

Love to each of you. Stay well!

xoxoxoxo

Brenda

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