In a way, life is rather like the force hitting one of those roly-poly toys, isn't it? You stand up straight and proud, facing each day, and sometimes something or someone comes along and gives you a push. Or they even strike out at you. You fall down. Your reactions can vary then. You can either stay down and weep, crying out against the injustice of it all, or you can get back up, dust off, and face the fray once again. Yes - that's life.
Of course I couldn't resist showing you these blow-up Minion kids punching bags. These bottom-weighted punching bags are the next stage up from the roly-poly toys of babies. |
Is that a good part of life? It's really hard to say. That getting knocked down and getting back up is inescapable, it's reality, but your personal reactions to this are ... well, they're personal. Everyone will react differently. DH will rant and rage against the universe. He'll mope and sometimes strike out (never actually physically, but certainly on an emotional level at times). Me? I tend to shake myself off like a wet dog, and move to the next area, hoping the next experience will be positive instead of negative.
Today's panic was neither negative nor positive, but it was a reminder that I need to do some planning and a bit of thought as well as scheduling. I'm going to make it work - it's what I do. Easy? Feh! Easy isn't what I usually do, but if I can succeed in this, easy is what it will look like at the end. On that note, I'm wrapping this up with photos of various roly-poly or returning toys and actions, because that's life. Have an excellent Tuesday and I'll return tomorrow with yet another roly-poly installment in my life.
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