It’s only taken me five decades but I think I’ve finally mastered the art of knowing there’s not much to master. I suppose I could claim the title of Best Person To Remind You There’s a Full Moon or Champion of Nervousness but, overall, I find that true glory resides in not striving to be anything other than who I am. On a good day, I glide here and there, leaning into all of it, regardless. On a bad day, I snivel and scrunch and fret about everything that seems off kilter. My shiny reward is when I let go enough to stop worrying about the distorted unevenness and I tilt my head a bit to take in the pretty, crooked view.
Thelma the Thinker
“Come on, grab my hand, it’ll be fine,” he says to his co-star, moments before she plummets nine million stories to her death.
1. Teaching a baby how to fold a fitted sheet
2. Knitting a queen-size afghan using only your ears
3. Rollerskating up the Great Pyramid
4. Domesticating a howler monkey
5. Convincing Oprah that Gayle is a crappy best friend
Just close your eyes and sit for a bit.
Sometimes on Saturday, after we team up with our short man sibling and successfully harangue our mother into taking us on a 6 AM romp in the park, we like to spend the rest of the morning relaxing in bed, processing the fact that we will never have purely one-on-one snuggles again. And we’re kind of okay with that.