While my son and I were playing with our dog this morning, she started to get rambunctious, so we ended up singing, “Crazy eyes, crazy eyes! It should come as no surprise, that you are feeling wild, ’cause we see your crazy eyes!” (I have just come to accept that this is “normal” in this house.)
It was only later that it occurred to me that if someone had taught me to look for crazy eyes when I was my son’s age, my life would have turned out very differently . . .
As I sip my tea this morning, I’m doing so from a mug someone got me a few years back. This mug has a list of “tips for good health” on the side, and at the top of the list it says “Less Alcohol, More Tea.”
It turns out that’s really good advice.
Beware the times when the world isn’t actually __________, and you’re only seeing it that way because you are!
Today’s Tip From My Son:
If you have a dog in your house, never step on anything brown without turning on the light first so you can see what it is.
As a rule I’m not a big fan of motivational speakers, but I am a big fan of accepting wisdom where I find it, so the idea behind W.A.I.T. (Why Am I Talking?) really appeals to me.
However you chose to observe/celebrate this time of year, my advice is whatever you do, unless it’s your deliberate intent, don’t make it weird.
But I will say this, if you want to be a good person, not making things worse in the wake of a tragedy is a good skill to cultivate, and cutting back on the insults is as good a place as any to start with that.
If you can’t do it yet, that’s fine, just keep practicing, but it’s time to make a different mistake now.
I couldn’t help but notice that, save for one exception, the silence which followed yesterday’s post was particularly . . . let’s call it “deep and wide.”
That’s okay.
To be clear, I’m not proud of the times when I start to crave conflict, but trying to delude myself that craving never exists in me would leave me ill-prepared to appropriately deal with not only it, but the situation which spawned it.
