It’s a Matter of Perspective

It’s Labor Day here in the States. On this day, we cease from our labor and go to the home of friends and enjoy fondue.

Oh wait. That’s just what I plan to do today. But for many of us, this is part of a much-needed three-day weekend. (Unless you work in a hospital, store, or restaurant and have to work on Labor Day.)

Before I head off for fondue, take a look at this photo. What do you think it is? You can see what it is if you scroll down to the end of this post. How close were you in your guess? Does the photo below change your perspective?

So many things in life are a matter of perspective. Ever reread something you wrote but put aside for years, thinking it was a lost cause then, but now discovering a treasure? Or perhaps you recently took another look at a DIY project you finished years ago. What did you think of it when you first finished the project? What do you think of it now?

Time can change your perspective. Think about all of the books, TV shows, or movies you loved or hated when you were a kid. Do you still love/hate them? Case in point: my parents loved documentaries. But when I was a kid, I thought documentaries were too serious and were super boring—unless they had something to do with predators like lions or sharks. Then I was interested. But now I love documentaries of all kinds.

Anyway, I recently reread some poems I wrote years ago, when I first began a daily poetry challenge. Now, I don’t consider myself a poet at all. Andy of City Jackdaw and his new poetry-centric blog, Coronets for Ghosts, is a published poet. Charles Yallowitz regularly features poetry on his blog. I just dabble at it, thanks to the assignment of a grad school advisor (also a published poet), who told me to get The Aspiring Poet’s Journal and do the exercises in it every day to inject more whimsy into my writing. I was a little resentful of the assignment at first. But I soon grew to enjoy it. I now look forward to my daily sessions.

When I first began writing poetry, I was convinced that a kindergartner just learning his or her ABCs could write better poetry than the ones I churned out. But last week, when I reread one of my earlier poems, I was surprised to discover that I wasn’t as embarrassed by it as I’d assumed I would be. Time had softened my perspective. And no, I don’t plan to post it here. I don’t have that much nerve.

Off I go for some fondue. Before I go, let me ask you this: What perspective shift, if any, have you experienced recently?

Labor Day image from wallpapercave.com. Other photos by L. Marie.

49 thoughts on “It’s a Matter of Perspective

  1. Thank you for the shout out Linda 🙂 In regard to television programmes we watched as children, I’m in the middle of watching again a British sci-fi series called Sapphire and Steel and really enjoying it. The second story, the one that stuck in my memory for the last thirty-odd years, is about a railway station haunted by the ghost of a World War One soldier. Low budget enough that it appears more like a play, it is as unsettling as the more recent Woman In Black movie. And I have a confession to make: I’ve never, ever eaten fondue! I should give it a try. Oh, and I guessed the photo image correctly, thanks to your many introductions to your little friend 🙂

    • I Googled Sapphire and Steel to see what it was about. I would have enjoyed that program, especially with that cast. What a great premise!

      When I looked at the photo, I wondered if people would easily guess it. 😁 😆

      I hope you’ll try fondue at some point. I went out for chocolate fondue a couple of times. There is an expensive fondue restaurant in my area that I’ve never been to.

  2. Honestly, I consider myself a poetry dabbler too. I have occasional bouts of wanted by to be serious, but they never last for long. I’ve actually done the opposite with writing and gone back to find I didn’t do a good job. Guess I try to remain optimistic and positive until time passes. Have a fun Monday.

  3. My perspective has changed on being an adult. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Having my own home, car and no curfew would be a dream come true. These days, I long for the time when my family gathered around the TV each Sunday night to watch Wonderful World of Disney and share a bowl of popcorn. As for your photo…I knew what it was immediately! 🙂 Have a great holiday, L. Marie!

    • We did the same thing, Jill–complete with popcorn! I remember I couldn’t wait to be 18. Then when 18 came, I couldn’t wait to be 21. Then when that rolled around, I wanted to be 25 for the lower insurance rate. 😁

      Hope you have a happy Labor Day! 😀

  4. Eye **thought** it was an I-ball. HA! 😀
    I first got a grasp of perspective as a concrete concept in my High School physics class of all places! A science ‘movie’ (remember when those made class go so fast?) during class showed different views from a moving train – out the window, looking from the platform, in the seat in the cabin, the tracks, the sky…etc. One of the few instances that helped me relate to physics at the time.
    I love this post because it represents another slice of ‘new’ beginnings on (he)artistic works – they don’t always come from ‘nowhere’ often they are resurrected snippets from past works/ideas.
    Go for it – delve more deeply into your poetic side, Linda!
    peace

    • 😁 😆 Good job!
      I probably saw the same movie in my high school physics class, Laura! I used to love those films for the same reason!

      I’m all about new beginnings these days. “The old has gone, the new has come.” Happy Labor Day!

  5. I had to scroll to the end to see what the photo was. I should have known 😁 I have reread my writing from decades ago and found either treasure or a lot of junk. But there might be a gem buried deep in the junk so it’s always good to revisit. Happy Labor Day, Linda! Enjoy your fondue!

    • 😀 I’m glad you’ve found treasures, Marie. I need to revisit my writing more. I have a tendency to give up easily, especially if my first impression is a bad one. Happy Labor Day!

      • I’m actually thinking of doing another purge of some of my old, old writing. I know that sounds awful, but if it still makes me wince the fifth time around, maybe it should go into the shredder … lol 🙂

      • Do you keep hard copies of your old stories? I have some hard copies of stories in a drawer, but when I used to writer my stories totally by hand.

      • I’ve kept hard copies since I got my first typewriter in high school. A lot of stuff I kept (and eventually shredded) were college essays and the like, from when I thought I would become an academic 😬

      • I remember the typewriter days. 😀 I have some typewritten stories in a drawer. Every now and then I’ll read them. But I should probably get rid of them. I don’t plan to ever do anything with them.

  6. Happy Labor Day! And yes, my early Lego projects that tended to fall apart. Fortunately, I was able to take them apart and put them together again to make them stronger, so I can even ship them and expect them to arrive in one piece (unless they were in multiple pieces to start with).

  7. A wonderful post, L. Marie, which I actually read yesterday, meant to respond asap, and . . .
    I enjoy poetry and often turn to a few of my favorite poems/poets when I need inspiration – or solace. I need to be prodded to write poetry, however, and your poetry journal is something I should look into. I could first of all use the discipline of a daily exercise and need to broaden my perspectives. 🙂
    The one good poem I wrote came some time after my mom passed away. It was actually an essay assignment for a class I was taking. The instructor suggested I turn it into a poem. I did. It turned out quite well and it served as a conduit in my grieving process as well.
    Ah . . . my perspectives are often changing these days. I think it is part of the aging process, or maybe I’m just becoming more forgetful, allowing me to change my mind. haha
    Thanks for this post, L. Marie, and the encouragement it brings.

  8. Hope you had a great Labor Day, Linda. I’ve recently taken up reading poetry after never really “getting it” and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to give it an honest shot. I think I’ll try my own hand at it at some point.

    • Hey, Phillip! Glad you’re reading poetry. I was resistant to it, thanks to some poetry classes I had in college. I hope you’ll write some of your own. Hope your Labor Day was great. Mine was!

  9. The first thing that comes to mind is body image and photographs. Looking back at photos from years when I thought I was too fat, I see that I was just fine.

    I also would have been unhappy at being required to write a poem a day. It would have been good for me though.

    Hope you had fun over a fondue pot with your friends.

  10. Linda you put the water in my mouth ,not because of the fondue but in thinking of those poems you wrote and you hide . Please post one of them from time to time ! For our pleasure .
    Thanks
    Love ❤
    Michel

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