For starters, my morning email included yet another story about someone's horses having been shot in their pasture for no fathomable reason. One dead, one injured, and a black pickup speeding out of sight summed up that owner's morning wake-up call. That was followed in quick succession by the testimony of a lunatic who murdered kids in a schoolyard and a news clip about the argument raging over the President's new Supreme Court nominee for her choice to remain childless. As if having children is somehow a sign of wisdom and sound decision-making. Have you been to Wal Mart lately? I rest my case on that one.
The very next thing to cross my eyeballs was the newly-viral video of a bunch of cute little girls at a dance contest doing a passable job with the song "All the Single Ladies". If you haven't seen the video, you must not own a TV, as ABC News saw fit to make this the breaking news centerpiece this AM. Go ahead and google it so you'll see what I'm talking about. I'll wait....
Our society seems to have lost its collective consciousness. We're adrift in a sea of stupidity. We have Sarah Palin and her fellow Performance Artistes up the wazoo and we're actually discussing them as if they have meaning. We have people with guns shooting things that don't need to be shot (sad, when there are plenty of things that do). We have a stream of negativity aimed at a bunch of little kids whose only transgression was that they were taped by someone who could not resist 1) posting the video on YouTube, and 2) using a racy title which was sure to draw both unneeded prurient interest and terrible fire and brimstone from folks who might be hard-pressed to explain to their spiritual leader why they were drawn by said racy title to view the video in the first place. We have media execs reaching rock bottom for "news" they hope will titillate the viewing public. We have a brilliant jurist labeled a waste because she chose not to birth babies.
Are we serious?? I mean, can we not find anything real to do with our time?
Possibly the most important thing that has happened this week will go almost unnoticed, tucked away as it is in the corner of the news reserved for the really loony stuff. A 26-member research team has determined that lizards are dying at an alarming rate and predicts that 40% will be gone by 2080. Not very interesting, is it? But the lizards are a harbinger of change. They're in there with the Dodo birds and the bog turtles on the list of things we had better take a look at now before they're gone forever. Whether you are a Global Warming fan or not, this should be food for thought.
Moving Right Along...
A few posts ago I launched a ramble about fear and how fearing being afraid can be worse than actually having something real to be afraid of. A reprise seems timely on WTF Friday.
In case you were among the gazillion folks who didn't read that post, it was a treatise on how easily we can become frozen in time by fear. In this case, the fear in question (mine) was not aimed at a terrible thing that was going to happen, bringing in its wake broken bones and an inability to mix my own martinis. I was afraid that if I tested the results of my effort to "fix" my lovely gelding, Zips Moneypit, the results would illustrate my total failure. In turn, I would doom myself and my horse to a wallow in the pits of uselessness and depression. Neither of us would ever reach our full potential. He would forever be an un-actualized equine athlete, and I would forever be restricted to the kiddie table at equestrian charity dinners.
Wheel-spinning in this subject arena is about as productive as obsessing on whether the Republicans will ever again vote for passage of a bill without reading aloud from the Iliad in its original Greek. When the words "Who cares?" begin to circle the edges of your mind, you'll know you're on the mend.
What I did was jump the shark. You know that moment. It's the one when you're going great guns in some effort that means something, and you see the climactic moment standing like a puissance wall on the horizon, and in your haste, you get there as quickly as possible only to find that there's nothing on the other side but weeds and a few stink bugs. Zipper was doing incredibly well within the framework of my brilliant plan to help him overcome whatever it is he's busy overcoming. So well that I began to see the green grass at the end of the manure pile. SO well, that I shortcut the plan. Standing in the weeds and bugs, I berated myself for my lack of patience and wondered if the world would ever be right again.
What I learned is that it doesn't matter. That's right. It just doesn't matter. Fear is more often than not a mercenary in service to the ego. We want to feel good about how other people feel about us, and we forget that they're busy worrying about how other people feel about them and aren't paying attention to what we're doing anyway. I got ahead of myself because I needed to stop the fear. I did that. That's when I jumped the shark. That was the Big Moment, and then it was done. As for the rest...whether or not Zip will ever get past his squirrelly-ness is open to debate, but it doesn't matter. Whether or not I've found the key that unlocks his frozen brain doesn't matter. It may help if only one of us (Zip) is obsessed with the problem. What mattered was getting past the fear, recognizing the pointlessness of my obsession, and I did that. I may not be renewed for next season, but at least I can face the future without that overweening mental paralysis.
Moving on is better than not. That's all.