Monday, October 6, 2008

World Crisis

Life Balance: a feat we try to achieve while searching to be the best that we can we, while simultaneously raising our children to do the same. This is the equilibrium in our inner life force whereby our heartbeat matches the divine force that exists all around us. When this life balance peaks, our sense of peace, joy, love and wisdom acts as one with our very soul.

Good morning, happy fall Monday. Turn on the news again and its the world financial news again. Crisis. Take all your money out. Doomsday is near. Save yourself, but don't jump off the cliff. Blah, Blah, blah.

Near as I can tell, the ones telling us all how to handle all our money are men. Doomsday alerts abound now because the end is coming. See, they won't have beer money and are getting worried. They won't know what to do, how to survive.

Men really don't know how to handle crisis. Women get training at an early age, its called bad hair days. We wake up late, have trouble moving but go through the motions, get dressed, get our food, mentally make our to do lists, feeling we can handle the loss of time until we get to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Hair everywhere. Twenty directions all at once, curls when we have straight hair, a drooping flop when we have waves, grease when we have hair so brittle we buy conditioner in 5 gallon buckets; women have been through it all and survived. We are tenacious, we persevere, wearing barrettes and hair bands when our hair is one inch long. We get wigs when we loss all our hair due to illness or simply go with a pretty bandanna if we want.

We don't need Rogaine, we have our inner strength to carry us through and our girlfriends to make us feel okay about it. See our girlfriends will tell us it looks okay when we whip out the curling iron and make Farreh Fawcett waves in our stick straight hair, covering up the lion's mane we woke up with. Our girlfriends will laugh with us and remind us of our youth when we whip out a hairband when the hot flashes hit and our hair falls faster then Wall street when told their bonuses might be taken away. Our girlfriends will call us "skunk head" for the streak of white hair which showed up overnight in our bright red hair.

We know how to make each other feel good and go on. We still make our lists, multi-task and overcome despite serious illness making it hard to walk. We get up and drive our kids to appointments we made months ago rather then stay in bed because we feel we might puke any minute. We cook meals out of the remnants of a fridge so bare from unemployment that the food bank must surely want to bail us out, and then we share them with our new neighbors and 5 kids who have nothing to cook today.

We do it all and always have. Financial crisis or not, we go on. We learn how to make soup of leftover bones and make a happy meal out of macaroni and day old bread. We have birthday parties and fantasy play time to make our kids happy, even when we want to cry. We work the extra 20 hours to get the big project finished at work and come home to do laundry and pack lunches. We don't lay don't and cry over the money, we keep going.

We keep going because we know we will get through. We lean on chocolate when we need to and we give up things all the time for our kids and neighbors and coworkers in need. We may have to use mascara on our hair lines to stretch out the dye jobs now, or we might scrap the ends of the foundation bottle rather then buy a new one, but we'll do it.

Maybe we need to pass some tips to those heads of corporations who feel that can't go due to being only worth $70 billion instead of $140 billion. Maybe if they knew how to find a dinosaur picture at 6 a.m. or make homework reappear from the dead, we wouldn't be in this mess.

Let's all give them a shoebox and some paint and have them make a diorama at 5 a.m. I think restarting their creativity is all we need get over this. That, and giving them a bad hair day to make them smile. Or maybe they just need some chocolate to stop whining.

Or a bottle of wine, and a long distance call to a girlfriend who pees while talking to you. That would make them stop whining for sure.

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