Shaken, Not Stirred

Movies from decades ago really do amuse me, but more so the dialogue you can discover in them.  Tonight, this tag line has come to mind...the old Bond one...."Shaken, Not Stirred".  Of course, they are talking about a martini.  To be stirred, the ice in the drink will harbor no major dings, and the alcohol would be, a little stronger.  Shaken, means to shake up the ingredients into a drink shaker, with ice.  But shaking up would, since it is a metal container, break off small pieces of the ice, and those tiny shards would melt into the drink....causing a slightly diluted martini.  It's all about preference, and the end result.  I am one to take something about...for example....a martini and a movie...to align it to something about life, itself.  I equate it to my own experiences, because, I guess....at the end of the day, we write about what we know most about...our own lives.

For me, I started out in life not even aware I had a glass...haha.  That age old...."the glass is half full...or...half empty."  As life dinged me along the way, I do think I was much like a martini in a glass that was stirred. Adversity and difficult times seemed to hurtle towards me like a massive strong, stirred martini.  But the beauty in age, is that there comes the time where you learn.  You learn how to forgive, you learn how to navigate relationships around you, you learn to speak with your voice, you learn you actually "have a voice", and most crucially, you learn to let go.  Letting go of the things you never had control of in the first place. Letting go of things that continually make you suffer, like love ending, harsh words, labeling, physical pain, and grief, from loss of loved ones.  You learn in letting go that you do still have a glass.  You have to be the one to begin filling it again. Shaken.  Shake your memories of adversity and suffering with ice....ice being the beautiful things in life.  Life and all that is amazing about it, can be the ice to mix up with all those bad and sorrowful memories, to dilute that pain. Shaken.  Shake every day.  Mix up with new memories, new experiences that make you smile, feel good about people again, that make you laugh.  New memories that build on the foundation of what you already have.  Enough ice....to dilute into a brand new substance in your glass....and that glass will surely become filled again.

I am not a therapist....I am not a psychiatrist.  I am a simple country girl, transplanted into a big city....who once held only broken pieces of glass in my hand.  Now, I am good.  Better than good....I am James Bond good.  My glass is full, and my drink....that drink of life....shaken.

I guess you could say...I'm Shaken, Not Stirred.