Is it me, or is Mother Nature really trying to tell the Western Hemisphere something?
One devastating hurricane after another; massive earthquakes in Mexico; wildfires out west; and on a lesser note, the mosquitoes outside Burba Lake are almost as big as the bird poos I’m hopping.
Watch the news and you’ll see human nature isn’t treating us much better. Everyone seems to be angry and sporadic like a Velvet Underground album, a drunk grandma, or Kim Jong-un.
It is times like these when people find themselves taking stock into what’s important: family, friends, faith, maybe even the J-O-B.
Sometimes that’s easier said than done because it is also human nature to be apathetic toward the things you should be most grateful for. Not to mention, there are times when those things don’t seem that great.
My kid literally called me an idiot this morning — and meant it — while the job is feeling an awful lot like a job: Doing more with less, seemingly pointless meetings about metrics, conducting job interviews, etc, etc.
It is times like these when I channel my inner retired Adm. William McRaven, summon all my strength, and punch the proverbial shark in the snout.
The admiral’s book, “Make Your Bed: Little Things That Can Change Your Life … And Maybe the World,” is fantastic BTW. I finished it in two days.
In that vein, when things aren’t great and you can’t find happiness in the things you should be grateful for, I urge you to find happiness in the other things that make you happy.
It can be silly like people falling for no reason or being scared of clowns. It can be finishing a task, taking a nap or discovering after 20 years of ridicule that The Smiths are great.
To help you on the quest, I’m going to list a few things that help me find my Vibe 2 Chainz style.
- Sarah’s House
I’ve been fortunate enough to be considered a FOSH (Friend of Sarah’s House), and the work there is inspiring enough to make the grumpiest person smile.
Keeping with last week’s paper …
- Baker Mayfield planting the Oklahoma flag in the Horseshoe.
That’s because hating Ohio still brings me joy.
- The hubris of Kobe Bryant
Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love Kobe. From the 81 points in one game, to the 60 he dropped in his final game, to the five rings, there’s no denying the Mamba was a bad dude.
But I never thought he’d be so bad to have his No. 8 and No. 24 jerseys retired. That’s just Mambarific.
- My boys love baseball.
I know family isn’t supposed to be part of this, but how can I not sit back and laugh when my soon-to-be 10-year old asks for playoff tickets for his birthday and has mastered at least 30 major league batting stances?
And I’m not talking about stances from great players like Mike Trout or Miguel Cabrera. I’m talking scrub stances like Toronto’s Kevin Pillar.
- Being right about the Cowboys
All week I’ve had to hear about how bad Dallas was against Denver, and all I’ve got to say about that again is the team will go as far as coach Jason Garrett lets them go. He literally gave the ball to Zeke Elliott eight times on Sunday.
Dallas wins by attrition and wearing folks out. If Garrett wants Dak to pass 40 times, he should go buy Madden and stop irritating my ulcers.
And just like that, my frown turned upside down in time to do my next interview.
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