EDITORIALS

My Shout: A season of change

Charlotte Guedry
Charlotte Guedry

Fall is upon us, and with it comes all that is great about the season. Sitting snuggled up together under a blanket at a football game, leaves transforming themselves into the most glorious oranges and browns, a crisp chill in the air allowing us boot wearers to get them out of the closet and onto our feet. Fall is a time of change, and I decided to do some of that change over the weekend.

I decided my best course of action was to tackle my closet. Honestly, it’s not a pretty sight most of the time, and there are items on hangers that have been worn only once or not at all. It’s not that I’m a clothes horse, so to speak, but I impulse buy – A?LOT – and can be accused of making purchases that I never needed in the first place. It is amazing the amount of clothes we hoard over time. Most of the items are things we know we’ll never wear again, but that doesn’t matter. We hold on to those special jeans, because one day, gosh darn it, we will fit into them again. That dress in the back of the closet well, I say, it will become fashionable once again.

It was rather cathartic getting rid of clothes last weekend for two reasons. One, I made a conscious decision to take my time, which brought back memories of moments in my life where I wore just the right outfit, or perhaps committed a serious fashion faux pas. I had fun giggling as I remembered. “Oh yeah, I remember that,” I said aloud on more than one occasion, and the memories streaming in regarding that special or awful outfit found a place in the forefront of my thoughts, and I was able to recall things I had forgotten.

The second reason my cleanout was cathartic was that I decided that some good should come out of my picking through my ensembles. I decided to give them to people who need them more than me. It’s amazing how clear your thoughts are, and how much more dedicated you become when you are working towards a positive goal. It felt wonderful as I imagined people more needy than myself taking pleasure in something I had so often taken pleasure in.

I’m not saying I’m some saint or the world’s greatest person for paying it forward, or for simply cleaning out my closet. It is a simple act, and anyone can do it, and has done it repeatedly. Like I said, I’m not special for my act, it’s just that the feeling it gave me was incredibly special.

It feels wonderful to know you’re making a difference in whatever way you can. It feels wonderful to do something while thinking of someone else.

I’m not a wealthy woman. In fact, things really aren’t so hot financially right now, but I do have things, and I do have time.

So, my friends, I have decided to make a change this fall season. I have decided that I am going to become a more giving person.

My life is full of family and friends that I love and love me. I am in a wonderful marriage to a fantastic man. I have a job that I love, and am rewarded with meeting people everyday who have stories to tell. I am very fortunate.

Not everyone is, though. There are people struggling every minute of every day. I cannot find them jobs. I cannot pay their bills. I cannot make sure they always have enough to eat. I can, though, do little things that make large differences.

My vow is this. Each week I will give of my time and of myself to someone who needs it. I will listen if someone needs an ear. I will cry along with someone who is hurting. I will find ways to make positive changes for both myself, and those I come across. I urge each of you to do the same.

As the seasons change, I want to see more and  more people doing more and more things for the benefit of others. It is so important for us to think of people with each passing moment. It is inherent that we do our best to ensure no one ever has to go without.

I’m making this change, and I ask you to jump on my bandwagon.

A change of heart can be just as fantastic as any change in the weather

Charlotte Guedry is Editor of the Gonzales Weekly Citizen. You can reach her by e-mailing editor@weeklycitizen.com.

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