When anybody honks at me in traffic, I blush, wave, and shout, “Thanks for being a fan.” Being a celebrity is a 24/7 thing.”
― Jarod Kintz,
They were crowding around, closing in on me
Someone else arrived.
All of them calling my name, waving things in front of me.
All of them, vying for my attention.
I was in my kitchen, cooking dinner.
Hubby Roy had entered and was divulging his work day dilemmas, seeking my advice, my support, my concentration.
The kids were in direct competition with him. Everyone talking louder and louder.
Questioning, questioning, questioning and expecting answers, answers, answers.
Dazzling and stunning me with art work, library books, readers.
Trying to outdo each other, asking me to watch, to listen, to pay attention.
I chopped and I stirred.
Watching the clock, I had to get Miss P to gymnastics.
Inside I was beginning to feel the heat rise and it wasn’t because of the oven. I know the feeling right before I snap…..frustration.
Then I did it, I took a fresh and somewhat humorous view of the moment.
Maybe this is this what a celebrity feels like whenever they go out? I should be charmed, delighted.
That was it, the key to enjoying a normal, zany night in a bustling family home.
Yes, pretend I am a celebrity and these are my fans.
My adoring fans, who love me no matter what.
My adoring fans who forgive anything I do.
My adoring fans who support all that I am.
My adoring fans I could not live without.
In that moment the steam was let out of the pressure cooker that is my body
I gained a new perspective, an appreciation for the fact that……
I am a celebrity in my little place in the world and my fans are the greatest.
Next time you feel the heat rising take a second look, maybe it is your celebrity status bringing on the attention.