I had role models for my neurosis. When my Dad died, my mom routinely said, “I’ll be dead in a year, you know when one spouse dies the other dies within a year.” A few years later, my mom was deeply concerned and sad; she was still alive. “Does this mean I didn’t love your father enough?” But, don’t think it was just my mom, my Dad moved into the garage to experience poverty. As a child, I struggled with the existential crisis, how to celebrate mother’s day balanced with my dad’s birthday. These two events typically occurred within the same week. Here I am doing it again; fifty years later. Mother’s Day is Sunday and my Dad’s birthday is Thursday. Can I write a post that honors them both?
The voice of sanity is my brother. He has a way of asking why? It’s a melodic comforting voice that turns why into two syllables. As to why I need to write a blog post about both of them, I have no good reason. I am choosing to make something complex. I’m piloting a new process at work and for the last month, I’ve watched people try to make an easy, straightforward process hard. Now, I find myself doing the same thing. Like seeing a parking space right in from of a restaurant, but thinking, no, that’s too easy, must be a loading zone. So for this week, are you making something difficult? Are you looking for the cosmic joke and not taking the gift in front of you? Why?
Balancing on Unstable Surfaces 