Looking up

So I've noticed something today that I want to pay attention to. I believe I look down way too much. I was made aware of this today in a couple of ways. First, Abe and I went to breakfast at a place down the street from my house. It is called Tygers and if you ever come visit me we will go there. I love it. They know my name. Anyway, so as we were walking back Abe was pointing to all these really beautiful houses that I had never noticed before. (This a real gift of Abe's. He really is living life fully, taking in all it has too offer. Granted maybe a little too much, but living life fully nonetheless.) Lots of houses, like these I hadn't noticed, in San Francisco are set up fairly high and you have to climb a series of steps to reach the front door. And in order to see anything while walking down the street you have to look up and really take notices of them. I don't know that I really had ever done that before.
The second thing that drew my attention to this is that I received a link to some pictures of a wedding that I recently did for my cousin on the beach in Florida. In almost all the pictures during the wedding I am looking down. Only one or two am I looking forward. (One unrelated thing is that during the wedding I was wearing my sunglasses because it was on the beach in the sun But this was a bad idea because I look like a blind person.) Walking down the aisle I'm looking down. The one that I'm not looking down in I'm not smiling. (I wasn't smiling a lot at this wedding. But that is a whole other story.)
I once didn't get a job at a church because they claimed I never made eyecontact. Now personally I don't really believe I never made eye contact with them, but whatever. The point is I think I'm failing to take notice of the world I live in and the people I meet. Perhaps, back to a previous blog, I'm not noticing hotties on the street because I'm not looking up. I want to look up. I want to experience all the beauty the world has to offer. I want to notice what is happening around me. As I write this I'm thinking that often holding ones head down is a sign of being shy or self conscious; while holding ones head high usually refers to someone who is proud of who they are even in the midst of some embarrassement. On this pride weekend I especially want to hold my head high. I am proud of the person that I am. I want to show that pride to the world. So my pride trivia for today is that I'm not so sure I'm fully revealing how proud of myself I really am. But I'm going to try to live differently. I'm going to hold my head high and take notice of the world around me. Oh, and I'm not going to wear sunglasses at a wedding anymore.