Life is full of serious stuff. Hard work, difficult decisions, earthquakes, fires, death, politicians, lawyers, and accountants…it’s easy to be overwhelmed by it all, and to walk through life with a frown.
So I’m thankful for those who can show us the proper way to take ourselves seriously…
Like the fellow in front of me at Farmlands this morning, who was buying fence posts.
“Anything else?” the clerk asked.
“Yeah, I’d like matching holes to put them in.”
Or the man I once caught stealing a marker flag off a research site. Surprised in the act of untying the flag from the tree, he smiled impishly, shrugged, tied it back on and walked off.
Or the awesome women I see around town with their hair dyed fuchsia, peacock blue, or lime green.
So, In an effort to take life as seriously as these leaders in the field, I’ve decided to tackle an issue that has bothered me for many years.
Yep. The important issue of our time–our orientational and gravitational challenges.
Oh, I can do handstands, and I can walk on my hands for half a dozen steps, but I lack control and finesse upside down. It bothers me that I can’t just stay on my hands for as long as I want, like I do on my feet. Eventually, I lose my balance. That shouldn’t happen. I should be able to remain in a handstand long enough to sing every last verse of Ratlin Bog. Long enough to read the entire front page of the New York Times (which would probably seem much less serious from that perspective). Long enough to do the bunny hop around the room. Long enough to thoroughly embarrass both my teenage children. Long enough that they deny they’re related to me, or that they’ve ever even met me.
So if you find me upside down at odd hours of day and night, please understand I’m just doing my best to take life seriously.