Louisa Percudani

What is the Cost?

I turned down the Costco aisle and out of the corner of my eye I saw the most magnificent bouquet of ivory and fuchsia roses. I stopped and watched as the florist added a single violet rose to the center. 

I glanced at the price and then turned the corner, $17.99 for a deluxe bouquet. That’s kind of expensive I thought, though I can afford them. I pushed my cart forward but then stopped and went back for the bouquet. It’s so beautiful, roses for me? A mixed bouquet yes, but never roses. After what seemed like five minutes of contemplating, I put the bouquet in my cart. 

When I got to the check out line there was no price on the wrapping. As I waited for the runner to return, I wondered some more about the roses. To my delight she said they were $9.99.

I brought them home and put them on my coffee table and they brought me such delight. The beauty of something so simple lifted the room. I wondered why it took me so long to just buy them. 

I would have bought them in heartbeat for someone else. Why value myself any less?  And how does the belief about my value affect how others treat me? 

As I ponder this question. I also think about values as a whole; for they inform our every interaction. 

I loved Elvis’s quote, “Values are like fingerprints. Nobodies are the same, but you leave them all over everything you do.” 

And, what is the cost when we don’t honor our value or those values that are a compass for our life? 

Lots of thoughts this week.

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