Life is also glorious and triumphant. Precious and finite. Beautiful. Fragile. Short. Life is everything you say it is, without fail. See the wonder, live in wonder. See problems, live in problems. Whatever you say your life is, it will be. Use your words carefully.
This isn’t an essay just about bird toys. It’s a reminder than every person has a gift to give to themselves, others, and if fevered enough to try, to the world. Our gifts come wrapped inside a crunchy coating called “human”.
Life isn’t about getting things done. It’s about doing things. Autopilot routines are great for getting it all done quickly, but you aren’t experiencing the little things hidden in all of life’s day. Life’s gems are little. Very little. Life is short. Very short.
This is why I didn't get into spy craft, either. You actually have to talk to people eventually.
Bernadette Peters. Google the name if you’ve never heard. She had a line in a past Broadway production that’s one word, two syllables. I use this scene at the grocery checkout whenever I feel a downbeat coming off the cashier and bagging person.
Ducks are a bit cartel in structure and action. You need to find the Don before you can get into the thick of the family.
Thin Mints. Barbarians at the gate. The neighborhood gets dicey seasonally.