Faking It 101.
If the ’90’s had a catch-cry, it was this, “fake it till you make it.” In other words, ‘act as if’ or imitate confidence so that it produces success in you. The upshot being, said catch-cry might generate some ‘real’ confidence where there previously wasn’t any. So, is this a self-purposing snow-job?
Check Up or Check Out
As a child and growing up in a small rural township here in New Zealand, I thought our family Doctor was a nice enough man. My mother, a chronic bronchial asthma sufferer swore by him. Me, I was less enamoured, though me was also only six years old and my opinion wasn’t, how would you […]
Hung Out to Dry
When I was growing up on the farm, a calf we had, loved to stand at my mother’s washing line (in the paddock) and suck on the sheets. Only the sheets. Somewhere in his thinking, they’d become like a bovine pacifier since he himself was an orphan. Comforting perhaps.
Cover Ups
Although centuries apart, my mother and the great Persian philosopher Rumi were in cahoots together. They were! Neither of them willingly stuck plasters on anything, for no reason. Not scraped knees, not shingle embedded in my elbow after a fall on the driveway, nothing. He said, “The wound is where the light enters you” and […]
The Key
Some years are like a rusty padlock, the kind you know you should have thrown away long ago because the lever tumbler locking mechanism is kaput and rust never sleeps. The only thing a rusty padlock is good for after that, is scrap metal.
