Woe is us
While walking the dogs this morning I ran into a neighbor and learned that they were set upon hard times financially and I said to her, “Well, I have been saying woe is me, but I think I’m changing my refrain to woe is us.” She’s pulling a kid out of private school and sending her to public.
Then I took Tin to the doctor and after we had discussed everything about Tin – tall for his age (obviously nutrition as his birthparents were petite) – she said, “And how about you?” Obviously prompted by the bald head under my scarf. I told her the highlights and about having embarked on Plan C and she said, “That’s what I was supposed to be doing (she has four boys), but I don’t know how we could afford it.” She has all of them in a school that costs $16K a year (each). Good god. She said she wants Plan C. I told her if her hair fell out she might consider it.
So blessed are the bald. An ex colleague and good friend is flying in for Jazz Fest and he said he can’t wait for me to “rock it bald” and so there you have it. He sent me a book, Man’s Search for Meaning by Frankl with a note that reads: “The only true freedom we have in this life is choosing the attitude that we approach the world with. And you’ve got one of the best attitudes of anyone I know. Enjoy the book. Love ya Possum!”
The choice is to dig a hole and hide in it, or rock it bald. Which would you choose?