That silly prankster whom we call life in their infinite wisdom decided that it might be fun to see what happens when you old hit old Jack Steiner in the head with aÂ Shillelagh, but not the sort you might find at Hammacher Schlemmer.
I being a big believer in giving twice as good as I got checked out the non-affiliate link just to see if that stick had any sort of magical powers I could use because life isn’t a person.
You can’t call Life up and say, “we need to talk” or be more direct and say “if you aren’t nice to me I am going to shove a barbedÂ Shillelagh Â up your ass and then rip off your arms and beat you with them.”
But I really wish you, er we could.
I really wish I could grabÂ MjÃ¶lnirÂ and make like Thor, ya know call down some lightning and or take my hammer and hand out some justice.
Sadly, life don’t work dat way so we haf to deal wit it differently.
Is Your Perception My Reality?
Since the election ended I have read, heard and watched people talk about what life is going to be like for all of us and wondered if their perception is going to be not just our, but my reality.
However that old prankster life hasn’t let me spend much time focusing upon it because I have been slammed with other stuff.
Here I sit thinking about how some people would cry, but The Tears That Do Not Fall situation hasn’t changed all that much.
That is not offered as a value judgment, but a thought that streaks across the night sky of my mind as I try to figure out that needs to be done.
Circumstances aren’t just personal now, they have spilled over into the professional arena too.
Is Your Perception My Reality II
There is a situation I am working on right now where I know that perception is skewed and not close to reality.
I’ll apologize in advance for lack of specifics but there are boundaries in blogging that I pay close attention to.
So in broad terms let’s say I am running a race and someone has set up numerous road blocks around theÂ course.
My typical approach isn’t to whine or complain about theses things but to run hard and overcome. To find ways to jump over, go under, through or around and to let my actions speak for themselves.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
But I also understand there are moments where you need to advocate for yourself and so I pointed out the roadblocks and said, “if you need me to accomplish these things you have help move these from the road.”
And then that silly prankster life got involved and made sure the people who needed to understand what I was saying didn’t.
There was a moment of uncertainty and doubt on my part and I had to check myself to see if maybe I had misunderstood what was going on.
Maybe it was me, maybe I was theÂ problem.
TheÂ funny thingÂ about this is how other team members called me for advice and shared how they were having the same experience.
That confirmed it wasn’t me and I felt better about some things, but not all because I knew there was a misunderstanding and misperception of and about me.
Dad Doesn’t Always Know
Back in the land of thought and mild confusion your favorite dad blogger stares at the wall and wonders what he ought to do.
If his kids asked him about this sort of situation he’d tell him not to worry about what others think and to just live their lives.
But in this particular situation that might not be the best advice.
It might be the kind of thing that allows misperception to influence real world activities and there could be consequences for that.
The challenge is some of the people involved are the same who minimize the road blocks and who in some cases cannot see the fires they set every time they walk through a room.
I dislike this kind of junior high nonsense, no wait, I despise it. All I want to do is ignore it and do what needs to be done because that is what grownups do.
Because it should provide the sort of empirical evidence that makes it clear that misperception was involved.
Yet past experience is enough to make me wonder if that is a mistake and to be wary of feeling like I somehow caught myÂ friendÂ in my zipper.
BTW ladies, I have never understood how that happens. There has never been a time where I was so drunk, sick or unaware that I had to worry about that.
There are things you just know, but I digress.
My Heart Hurts
You know why I want to take life out to the woodshed is because I worked my ass off to make some things happen that I thought would make for a better life for my kids.
I did all the things parents do, climbed mountains, swam through oceans and fought lions and tigers and bears.
Did the last part without the ‘oh my’ at the end.
Just did it because that is how I was raised and because it feels right.
And here we are stuck in the mud, unclear whether it is the beginning, middle or end of something rough.
I am killing myself trying to figure out how to get through that teenage struggle and it hurts my damn heart to see what is going on.
I think there is progress.
Looks like there is progress, but I can’t see it clearly enough to feel as confident as I’d like.
And all that is muddying my ability to see clearly through this one other area. My gut says I am going to be ok there and that I have it on track, but dammit.
This parenting isn’t for the faint of heart, now someone give me that damn stick and life’s telephone number.