FRIDAY, JANUARY 11th, 2013
Sometimes the weight of the world, or the weight of your particular world, or your place within that particular world and the weight you bear as a direct result of the role you play within that world can feel a bit overwhelming. Amazing how everything can seem to be going very well and then one little misstep can derail all positive momentum, like a dime on the railroad tracks. If you accidentally throw a casserole dish at an oven, breaking both the casserole dish and the glass covering on the oven door, which is made of tempered glass creating an enormous mess when slammed into by a casserole dish, you laugh it off and make a mental note not to let that happen again. The line "don't sweat the small stuff" had to be originally uttered for an instance much like that very hypothetical, made up, fictional event used in the example above. I mean really, how could one "accidentally" throw a casserole dish into the front covering of an oven door, shattering both!? Didn't happen. Hypothetical situations notwithstanding, having pre-teen children is certainly worth sweating over and the line "don't sweat the small stuff" was certainly not intended for situations involving them. Without divulging specifics that would make you laugh and cringe, let me just say that I am ill prepared for this new era in parenting and all else that lies ahead concerning pre-teens, teens and ultimately college. That's not to say I was entirely prepared for all stages prior to now...but you get the idea.
The point I'm actually trying to make here is that I believe the intent of submitting "doing jazz hands in the mirror every morning" for the "Pick Kyle's 2013 New Year's Resolution Contest" was to begin each day on a positive note and with a smile on my face. Admittedly, any self-imposed (or cat imposed) embarrassment is accompanied by humility and levity. "Jazz Hands" makes me laugh at myself every morning before heading out into a world where taking certain things seriously is a requirement. This being said, there are days when inspiration, ambition and levity are difficult to summon. I'm not sure how Al Jolson, the 'Greatest Entertainer Alive' in his time, did it. He must not have had pre-teen children. So with Cat locked outdoors, today's hand jazzing feels inadequate. It felt exactly like forcing a smile. It does not feel right and does nothing to bring any sense of levity to the challenges that lie ahead on this particular day. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and if the dime on the tracks does not completely derail my train, today is Friday and an entire weekend of shopping for casserole dishes and ovens await. Day eleven complete.
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