Toothbrushes are just that awesome….

Toothbrushes? Awesome? Are we on the same page?

Same page, different awarenesses.

Sounds like Greek to me. Let’s start again.

The beginning….

I’m an old Trekkie who recently watched one of the newest iterations of that particular genre. In this particular iteration, there’s a humanoid holographic character, programmed to be 17 years old, whose only history is in this very moment. She sees all objects around her with absolutely new eyes, no judgments. Ergo, “toothbrushes are just that awesome!“ When was the last time, if ever, you called a toothbrush “awesome?” Now answer honestly…

Wait, wait, what’s the point to this “toothbrush” mischigas (word for the day: mischigas. Yiddish for craziness.) But, hey, surprise. Our focus is not so much on the toothbrush, as it is on the toothbrush’s perceived “awesomeness.”

Whoa, whoa! I’m truly lost right now! This all begins to sound like mischigas. I don’t need craziness on a Sunday afternoon.

Point made. Moving on.

Now, let’s just be honest with each other. If I mentioned the word toothbrush to you, what might your reaction be?

Boring…..

Gotta agree with you.

However, if I framed it as an “awesome” toothbrush, does anything change?

Well, yeah. I’d certainly be giving that toothbrush a second look, maybe even a third. Am I missing something in terms of it being awesome? Viewing my utilitarian toothbrush through the prism of awesome, I begin see it’s one of my favorite colors (purple; just adore purple.) Keepin’ it right handy for my seemingly never-ending dental journey. (Pease don’t tell my dentist I was sarcastic and said that.)

My utilitarian purple toothbrush, now, has greater dimension. It’s no longer just an object, but one with a living history, and appreciation, in my life. (Who knew purple toothbrushes could make me so happy?)

Looking through the prism of the word “awesome,” my surroundings can offer me a sense of wonder. Doors opening into memories of an object’s trailing history in my life. Everything around me is alive. Not-simply-just-an-object. Resonating with a history I generally don’t notice….

If I’m feeling a bit lonely? How about peering at my autumnal-colored couch, appending the word awesome to it. Many images of its journey through the years come swimming back. I’m no longer alone. The memories are of people who have come and gone, but nonetheless, they gifted me with their presence on that couch and in my life.

You want ongoing aliveness in your life? The password is “awesome!“ No need to protect that particular password. Feel free to share.

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