What’s dragging you down?
February 22, 2017
I can see it as if it’s happening right now. Katie falling backwards across a couple of airplane seats, the weight of her luggage keeping her from getting up and off the plane. The energy it took to stand up was almost beyond her, her bags were that unwieldy.
It was like trying to back a car out of the mud, or the snow, or the mud and the snow. That’s how Katie extracted herself, eventually. She started rocking back and forth a little until she had momentum. Can you imagine how much fun that was to watch? It was a giggle fit in the middle of an otherwise ordinary deboarding.
You need those, don’t you? A break once in a while to savor the silly.
Darrell took the vacuum to my keyboard the other night before I’d logged off the computer. Suddenly the search bar appeared on my screen to let us know a thirty-character string of nonsense could not be found. Maybe you had to be there, but we found that hilarious. Especially when we realized Darrell was right: “No, the real problem would’ve been if it was found.”
I savored the silly more than usual this time as I thought about how it isn’t just the office that needs attention. Every other boring, soul-crushing, have-to-do-it-but-don’t-have-to-like-it chore is crowding out the time I need to do work that actually matters.
Guess it’s good I can’t wait to get back to it, eh?
Can you spare someone’s feelings?
February 21, 2017
It isn’t easy to watch people hurt, but you can make it worse. You can decide how quickly they should get over it, assuming it’s okay with you they’re hurting at all.
Tears aren’t a sign it’s time to go into battle. They’re not even a sign anything needs fixing, necessarily. But they’ll tell you a whole lot about the company you keep.
Do you have lucky charms?
February 20, 2017
“Creative people like to see their things.”
That little gem from Barbara Sher is the sweetest echo as I go about my day. Because I not only like to see my things, I like them arranged in a way the folks at House Beautiful would have difficulty improving. It isn’t called House Barely-Passable, after all.
Health and beauty. Simplicity and elegance. It isn’t a character flaw to love what you love the way that you love it. If you can look up from your screen and not be depressed? No harm in that!
I recently added a photo of barely-born Katie to the photographs on my desk, and you might not believe the happiness hit it gives all three of us. There’s something about the expression on her face, the smile -- yep, she’s smiling -- that’s laced with mischief. One day on the planet and she’s giving us a look like, “You people. You have no idea what you’re in for!”
We didn’t. And I don’t know if we’ll ever recover from the fun of the unfolding, from the privilege of having a front-row seat to her show.
To look up from this screen dozens of times a day and see a reminder of it? That was a really good move.
What’s the best advice you’ve ever heard?
February 19, 2017
Pick a headline. Any headline. The news of the world is increasingly news of the weird, and if the so-called journalists are to be believed “most” of us are confused, and scared.
I’m not. Maybe I should be. But I’ve been processing the news partly through the lens of Scott Adams, and if you haven’t peered through that yourself there’s a chance you might find it interesting -- if not useful.
Which I mention mostly to highlight the best piece of advice I’ve ever heard, and it came from Scott: “Be useful.”
Isn’t that a beauty?
Do you give yourself a chance?
February 16, 2017
“It doesn’t surprise me that you won,” a friend told me many years ago after he found out I’d won a dishwasher in a writing contest. “It surprises me that you entered.”
You know what surprises me? That it took more than thirty years to wonder why he was surprised! Did he think the contest was silly? Did he fancy me the shy, retiring type? What?
I’ll never know, because it didn’t occur to me to ask. I was distracted by the idea of becoming the person who didn’t surprise people by going for whatever it was.
Mission accomplished. You should see the movies that play in my head! I’m savoring the latest win in delicious detail. And if I don’t win? I haven’t really lost. That’s because I celebrate the reaching, I remember how much fun it was (I was!) to have had the dream -- and I mark my lessons in an attempt to make the next dream come true, or the one after that.
“Some people don’t know when to quit,” I used to tease Katie when she was little, “and I’m one of them.”
I’m so proud of that.
Because really, who regales her children’s children with stories about when she gave up?
What is your default reaction?
February 15, 2017
Many years ago I was swapping stories with a woman I didn’t know very well, and she started talking about a couple of her grandchildren. They hadn’t outgrown something she thought they should’ve outgrown. She said they were predisposed to the problem because it ran in her husband’s family.
There was something so swift and so pointed about the deflection of blame I couldn’t help but wonder about it. No one was “at fault,” after all -- unless you count this woman, bashing her in-laws.
It reminded me all over again how great I feel when I’m not up on the latest gossip. There’s always a tendency to want to reciprocate. Has anything good ever come from that?
What do you inspire in your kids?
February 14, 2017
Who can resist a store closing sale? Well, me. I can! But Darrell? Not usually. So there we were, in line at a checkout counter with dozens of other people who apparently had the same weakness. That’s when it happened. Two adults not-so-subtly encouraging their little girl to take a spot at the front of the line.
They joined her a moment or two later and paid for their purchases ahead of the rest of us.
We paused our knee-jerk “you have to be kidding” reactions long enough to realize that little girl’s going to pay for what happened for a long time.
No one said a word about it, including us. Minding our own business the way we did may or may not have been the right thing to do, but I still ache for that kid.
What constitutes a safe distance?
February 13, 2017
A sheet of ice flies off the top of a semi and shatters the windshield of another vehicle. Ever heard of anything like that? Neither had we.
Darrell and I have more than eighty years of driving between us, and much of it’s been on icy midwestern highways. On our way to the airport to fetch Katie for the latest adventure I mentioned to him what I just shared with you. I’d seen it online only earlier that day.
The next day, only hours into a four-day trek to our destination, can you guess what happened?
A sheet of ice that appeared to be about a foot square flew off a semi as Darrell passed it on the interstate, and he barely had time to register that as we all took in the sickening sound of something really bad happening. Or so we thought. The ice bounced off our windshield and broke into smaller chunks. One of those did a number on our rearview mirror on the passenger side, but there wasn’t so much as a dimple on the windshield. We were shaken but unhurt.
I mention it in case you have the same reaction a friend did when we told him about it. That the possibility of something like it is really, really good to know.