So this afternoon, as I was sitting in the tub feeling sorry for myself and the world, I heard this come from my computer:
"I said, hey, you know, breakdowns come and breakdowns go. So, what are you going to do about it, that's what I'd like to know."
(eyebrows raise) Did I just get called out by Paul Simon?
After several minutes of wondering WWPSD (how would one affix diamonds to the soles of their shoes?) I snapped back to reality.
It's not really about what Paul Simon would do (must resist Simon Sez joke...), he wants to know what I'm going to do about it. So I rub-a-dub'd my blues away, got myself a latte and went and sat down by the Big Lake. I listened to the ice snap, crackle and pop as the water underneath heaved and hoed (ho'd?). And it felt good.
The moral of the story is that breakdowns will certainly come and go, but it's what we do about it that really matters. After all, Paul Simon wants what's best for us, so shouldn't we want what's best for us too?