Mind you, this office in which I sit is at my local farmer’s co-op. It has the same smell as every other tire place I’ve been in since the sixties. As a matter a fact, this could be the sixties. I am sitting in a black vinyl and aluminum chair with a rip in the seat. The office has a dirty, unintentionally- stained concrete floor, a cardboard box full of wires, a cardboard box full of old paper invoices, a very compelling black and white tire poster on the wall that tells me more than I care to know about tire treads, a dusty antiquated old adding machine atop a dusty makeshift desk, a dusty little cart full of dusty tire manuals, a dusty little space heater, a dusty A/C wall unit, a calendar without pictures, and a lunchbox on top of a miniature microwave (the only tell-tale sign that this decade is at least beyond the sixties).
Hmmmm...inspired by beauty? I’m trying….hey, I see something, over there on that wall of peeling paint. A small gift of beautiful amid this ever-present aroma of rubber. A little visual caveat to illustrate that I can inspire. Me, inspire you. They're right. One can find inspiration and beauty anywhere. Of course, I’ll have to use my cell phone (as usual) to take the photo. Ahhwwww, but I can’t. Because before I was reading about inspirational blogs, I was totally wasting my time on Facebook. What a time-suck. And for me right now, a battery-suck for my cell phone. So, no artful large photo will be taken here to lure you back to my fledging little blog again. Hmph. I’ll have to improvise. Since I’m still sick I’m gonna excuse myself from wowing you with artistic talents.
Back at home now to figure out some visually creative way to express the message I read in the tire office. Gotta do it in less than five minutes, because I think I’m “too busy” for this exercise. Geesh! Despite this rambling post, I still don’t get it. Yak, yack. blah, blah, and yet I don't take my own advice. Ridiculous. Okay, I've finally come up with something.
Below is the message that spoke to me. I know, I know. It’s nothing profound . But it’s about the message. And you’ve seen it before in a million gift shops. And overlooked it just as many times. But this time, really read it. And think about it.