maven&meddler

It’s nice to know you’ve still ‘got it’, as in being able to write posts that make the reader “spit tea all over the computer screen”.

That was the post on the toxicity of ‘positive thinking’ or as another loyal reader called it, “magical thinking”.

Today’s practical lesson in ‘positive thinking’:

I have to explain the concept of Murphy’s Law to Natacha. Apparently, it hasn’t reached western Africa.

I refer to Murphy’s Law here in attempting to explain my ire over the haircut I got this afternoon. A few months ago, I would have laughed it off. But, I was getting great haircuts each and every time then … because I didn’t have anywhere special to go.

Now that I’m going clear across the country to a family wedding/reunion, I get the single most disappointing haircut of the year. I’m past swearing tearfulness, moving on to bitter irony. With a martini will come some sort of acceptance of what I can’t change and that it all pales in comparison to cancer and blah, blah, blah.

But you see, ‘positive thinking’ won’t make hair that is too short longer.

Telling myself that it’s just dandy, and a whole new ‘look’ for a ‘wonderful me’ would be delusional at best, and gyp me out of the sheer theatre of me storming around the house spitting mad. The mad-fest also helps me vent - rather like this blog does. I also exercise my command of creatively vulgar language.

When you’re good at something, you must practice, practice, practice.

The only positive thing here is that the wedding isn’t until next Saturday, by which time it will have grown out a bit, and I may have figured out how to style it.

I’m taking a wig, just in case.