Perspective

A rut. A little bit of a rut. That's all it is. Of course, I've blown it all out of proportion. I have become the Prisoner of Zenda. Is that the same thing as the Man in the Iron Mask? No, no. They're separate people, I'm sure. Hmm, but is one of them the Count of Monte Cristo? And why is a Monte Cristo sandwich called a Monte Cristo sandwich? Who wants a sandwich with so much baggage? Wow,Scot, so somebody who is wrongly imprisoned for years in a dungeon merely has "baggage?" Wait..."wrongly imprisoned in a dungeon"... I think if it's a dungeon, the "wrongly" is kind of implied.
Arggh! This is what it's like in my head when I'm in a rut. Hamster wheels! Dozens of hamster wheels.
But, my point today (And I don't really have one, but let's pretend) is to bring up Perspective.
There was a study I read about where they phoned up people across the country, some experiencing nice weather and some dreary weather. And they asked these folks "Are you satisfied with your life." NOT "how are you doing today." Well, of course (or else I probably wouldn't have remembered the study) the people with miserable weather tended to say they weren't so very satisfied with their lives, their whole lives. And the good weather subjects said their lives were pretty good.
I know things will change, it just doesn't always feel that way.
And, oh, how I wish I were one of those people who stood at the prow of their ships and boldly carved out their lives! But I'm not.
(If fact, given my vast reservoir of insecurity, my inherent crippling shyness and my general fear of the future, it's kind of amazing I've made it this far.)
But, we're not dwelling on that today, instead we are focusing on...on..on what? Ah, yes, we're remembering how I've gotten out of ruts in the past. My technique (and this is going to drive you bold carving prow standing folks crazy) is -- oh, before I tell you, I want to explain about the Roman goddess of good fortune whose name escapes me, so we'll call her Mandy. They -- the Romans-- say that when Mandy comes running by, grab her by the forelocks, because she's bald from behind.
And that's what I've done in the past. Seized opportunity for change, grabbing it with both hands.
I envy those people who don't wait. Those who "Make their own opportunity."
But I y'am what I y'am.