We all know that life can turn on a dime; it’s just that you don’t ever think that it will happen to you. I mean, we know that it can happen, and that it does happen, we just don’t think that it will. If we thought like that, what would be the point of getting up in the morning?
No, I’m not getting up. My boss might rip a strip off me.
No, I’m not paying my bills. Tomorrow I might have a heart attack and die.
No, I’m not sending my kids to school. A gun-wielding psychopath might show up there.
And like that.
We would never live.
We would huddle in constant fear, and then we would become that which we fear …
Dig a moat around the house.
Get some guns.
Dogs with big teeth.
But most of us don’t. We just get on with it and we don’t think about it and we take our chances.
Lately, there has been a lot of crap falling out of the sky and landing on my head and dripping on my feet.
In some ways, 2015 was an annus horribilus.
So I got a rubber helmet. A big one with a wide brim.
Wearing a rubber helmet can be a good thing, especially if it gives you enough peace to think about the good stuff – the stuff that can get overshadowed by the horrible stuff. It’s just that sometimes, while life is happening all over you, it’s hard to remember why you’re draining the swamp when you’re up to your ass in alligators.
So, some very good stuff from our ambles through the Okanagan Valley:
It’s good to get a little perspective every now and then. 🙂