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I view certainty as a bit of a character flaw. Well…
That’s not entirely true.
It’s not entirely false either.
Every day I show up to disrupt peoples’ sense of certainty. I show up, disrupt, then support them in tolerating the visceral sensations and monkey mind thoughts that come with uncertainty.
Certainty, or the longing for it, aches with a pleading desperation.
Certainty. Death. Taxes.
You’d better get good at grief and loss.
I struggle regularly with certainty.
Every couple of years.
At very inopportune times.
I feel certain.
Very certain that the contents of my lower digestive tract are indeed gaseous.
When in fact they are not.
This is a truth that becomes abruptly, shockingly, embarrassingly painful.
I start to adjust. My gait changes. Legs held in oddball ways, struggling to maintain a sense of dignity.
Struggling to keep the fabric of my pants far away from the backs of my thigh.
The material may brush up against it.
It must not stick.
I remember the milk I had in my coffee - despite that dairy thing I have. I should have known better. Instead, I acted with the certainty of a televangelist and forced the issue.
The results? Predictable.
This happens with alarming regularity.
It seems that every time I act with absolute certainty anywhere in life, I need to take a shower and change all of my clothes.
When I’m a bit cautious, a bit curious and I really pay attention to what’s going on and where I am, these things happen less.
Have you ever acted with certainty with less than stellar results?
Pitchfork Economics: Billionaire Venture Capitalist Nick Hanaur talks about why people like him should pay more taxes and people like you should have more in your pocket.
Seems a bit much to understand?
They explain things in pretty clear terms. Check it out:
Weirdo video of the week
One of my favorites, Lenny Shultz.
Lenny did stand up in New York, and some television work, all while maintaining a job as a phys ed teacher.
That’s remarkably foolish.
Go crazy Lenny!
I share this a whole lot. You should too. There are few things funnier than a grown adult pretending to be a chicken…
One Derful Thing
In the spirit of Lenny, find some times today to pretend that you are a chicken.
Or a rooster.
But not a duck.
If you’re alone, walk around imagining that you’re a chicken.
Make chicken noises, scratch the earth. (or the flooring depending on where you are)
If you’re with people, what happens, or when, would making a chicken noise, a chicken face or doing a chicken walk be something you could pull off?
Could you find a way to add a chicken to an interaction without going to the ordinary Bok bok mocking of another person?
How can you be a chicken today
How are you already a chicken?