This week, we are only 2 days in and have eaten none of the foods on the meal plan.
That’s how life, it continues.
There will be no ballet,
but there will be partnerships inked,
a newly repaired piano,
a side project bonanza and new
house plants to water.
There will be no bocce,
but there will be tap class,
a preschool Thanksgiving potluck,
a work Thanksgiving potluck and a
dog to walk.
Let all the sprained ankles
in the whole world
knit themselves together
due to my summoning.
We humans are each born with an inherent talent to help others through a transition.
You, yes, you, have an inside talent for helping people through a transition.
That your skill for transitions may come from big, big changes, the biggest.
Maybe you help people come into or leave this life.
That your talent may be for lesser changes,
for helping people become married, or
deal with the first day of school or
the first nocturnal emissions (heh),
that your love for the transition for learning to drive or learning a new language or graduating or moving, moving, moving ahead.
We are all here to help with transitions.
It’s why we have doulas, hospice nurses, crisis counselors and coaches.
It’s why we have you.
I’m still trying to figure out the one I’m good at.
(I think it has to do with helping people transition to this networked world.)
I bet you have a knack for a transition.
You have that list of top 5 people, right?
(those you’d do in a heartbeat?)
(those your partner agreed, if you have the chance, you should go ahead and do?)
Sayid from Lost (only as Sayid, sorry Naveen)
Dick Van Dyke (only in Mary Poppins, but he can’t speak in that Cockney accent)
Jack Tripper (only as Jack Tripper)
I guess that means I married the right guy?
I used to work with a woman who found everyone sexy.
The woman who found everyone sexy would
put her hand on the wall after the meeting,
“Damn, he’s hot,” about
62 year old executives,
ponytailed IT guys and
She especially loved delivery men,
bespectacled creative department dudes and
the sweaty interns.
“Isn’t she hot?” she would ask about
the plant watering lady and
And I had another friend,
who complained about being lonely.
No one was good enough, ever.
Grossed out by
that receptionist’s affectionate relationship with her husband,
she was disgusted by seemingly unequal celebrity pairings.
What a terrible way to live.
Please, big universe,
let me find the sexy,
the interesting and creative
in and of the world,
so I remain open to making new things.
It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep will do for my ability to laugh at myself.
See also, ice and elevation, a new-to-me Joy the Baker podcast and unsubscribing from everything.
Self-pity, there’s nothing more opposite-of-sexy.
These things helped snap me out of my self-indulgent funk this morning: