Señora sentada, 1907
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A sentence I read quickly, and which I’ll save for last, made me realize my banking situation.
Financial matters aren’t my strong suit, but this time it was about certain accounts that need to be taken care of, apart from the cash ones, which I admit, while not conducive to happiness, leaves you half a block, or at least eventually calms your nerves.
This other account I decided to pay attention to is much more complex: it’s my mood.
Sometimes it’s exhausted, other times I get million-dollar deposits, like when there’s something to celebrate, a new creative project, or good news.
Overall, my account is well balanced.
Every day I receive blank checks from nature, glorious sunrises, pelicans dancing outside my window; or my grandchildren leaving their loving footprints (call it my happy chaos) after a weekend at my house.
Other deposit attempts bounce.
My spiritual account rejects any misery of the soul, but to avoid delving too deeply into the depths, I’ll mention just one that will never be converted into cash: silliness.
The best deposits are those that generate laughter; that’s when interest rates soar and happiness multiplies exponentially.
I repeat it ad nauseam: the shortest distance between two people isn’t a straight line; it’s a sense of humor.
Regarding this, I confess, as I mentioned at the beginning, that the quote that inspired this clumsy reflection comes from that amusing and iconic Quino character, Manolito, who wasn’t known for being very brilliant, but who redeemed himself with these wise words.
Manolito said:
“The checks for your mockery have no funds in the account of my mood account.”
I’ve saved it for my kids when they laugh at me while I sing and dance the beautiful life, all by myself…
Today she shares her “impulsive meditations” from Calgary, Canada, where she lives.
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