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For those who are interested, the rest of the “How To be A Woman” submissions are after the jump.
Steve Pavlina was hosting a semi-contest and he asked the blogosphere to write an article on how to be a woman. The results were, frankly, prodigious. (52 entries!) I had wanted/yearned/hoped that Senor Pavlina would read “How to Be A Woman” and pickmepickme! And he didn’t.
The universe in its elegant funkiness, however, works in awesome ways because the entry was actually selected by Erin Pavlina, his wife! No offense to Steve, but I love the thought that my “How to Be A Woman” was selected by an actual woman.
So, to those of you visiting as a result of Erin’s pick of my blog, welcome! To Erin, thank you for including this article in your picks. Finally, to my regular readers, thank you for sticking with PersistentIllusion from its inception. You, above all, have helped refine the message of this blog and always kept me on track.
Today I am flying to San Antonio and, in light of the fact that the plane is older than I am, I can’t help but think about death. It’s no wonder; this plane is so old that they had to seal up the ashtrays and a piece of the plane disintegrated when I accidentally kicked it. You might ask “who cares? that was just the floor guard”; well I do. I don’t want to wonder whether I am riding the Greyhound in the sky.
There are plenty of situations, such as this, that are beyond my control. There is nothing, literally nothing, to do except buckle-up and put my tray table in its upright and locked position. I have just about as much control over this plane as I have over the guy driving next to me on the highway.
The Joke’s On Us
The biggest joke of our lives comes from thinking that we have control over it. When things don’t go according to plan we berate ourselves and suffer a case of the if-onlys and much of the time we did absolutely nothing wrong. Life happened.
It’s not that we don’t have any control. Life is not Nascar; it isn’t us in a race car during a wipe-out just waiting for it all to be over. However, the only thing we have true control over is our ’self’; our choices, actions, and outlook.
The problem is that we assume we have control over external factors of our life, when we really don’t, and we give up control over what we truly have power over without a second thought. If that isn’t the greatest joke ever played, I don’t know what is.
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