I’m having a rough day. Torrential rain. Arguments with 2 of my kids. Confrontational email from work colleague. Photo of my dad, who just passed away, makes me cry. And it’s only 8:00 a.m. I have to admit that on mornings like this, I have a wrestling match with my Santa Hat. I eye It warily, circling The Hat like it’s some redoubtable opponent. Can I really get that on my head today? AND smile? I heave it up from the table and drop it down on my head. It’s a block of cement. And there ain’t no twinkle in these tired eyes. Time to pump it up. Serendipitously, John Lennon’s “Imagine” comes on the radio. Yes, imagine. And then a French cover of “Revolution.” I start rockin’ out around the kitchen. Still in my robe, Hat swinging around my face. The absurdity registers, making me smile a little. A little, but enough. OK. Game on!
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