I had a little issue, this week, that I did not like…not even a little. It involves a few hats, actually. What they are isn’t really necessary to the story. What is necessary is I tried to wear all of them at once…and I was defeated.
There’s something interesting about this paragraph. It once had details about everything that happened, Thursday. And, while it was therapeutic to type it all out, I really don’t want to share that part of my life on my blog. Sorry.
We all wear so many hats, all the time, and it’s a wonder how our necks do not snap from the weight on our pate. It is incredibly interesting, to me, that my little break happened during the first week of my IDS 402 class which is all about Wellness. Seems there were some areas of of my personal life lacking and throwing a big freakin’ wrench into the works. I decided to fix that issue…I didn’t like losing that round.
I saw a meme, recently, attributed as a hippy flowchart to problem solving:
Is there anything you can do to fix the problem? If yes: do it and move on. If no: accept it and move on.
The little graphic at the top of this post is an acronym of essentially the same philosophy, coined by one of the greatest modern-day philosophers, Jimmy Buffett:
Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move on.
Are you sensing a pattern? Life is way too short, man. It took me until my 40’s to get it, but you really do need to stop and take a whiff, every now and then (do it a little more often rather than a little less). I’m not advocating that we should be irresponsible, throw cares to the wind and hope for the best, and abandon all of our grown-up responsibilities. I am suggesting, though, we find a way to become and stay at peace so we can enjoy every millisecond. Stop taking pictures; enjoy the view! The memory will last longer if it’s felt and not just seen.
I’m looking at my boy, who fell asleep in the chair next to me, and I swear he has grown since I started this post. I hope I can start showing him the laid-back dad not the wound-tight dad. I hope I can get him to, when he’s frustrated, take a breath and feel it soothing his soul, his mind, his spirit. I hope I can rub Budai’s belly and remember the immortal words of Bob Marley, shown below. And, I hope I have in someway helped you.
Tomorrow is a new day. I can’t wait!