by cheri block sabraw
Maybe because Judge Blah’s job gathers so many unhappy people together in a legal centrifuge, whirls them around with the spectre of a bad trial outcome, and flattens them in conference rooms, wrung out and raw…maybe that is why he tends to view the mass of humanity negatively.
Then why do his eyes moisten every time he watches Casablanca?
And why do tears fall when he reads a certain passage from Willa Cather’s My Antonia?
I know the answers to these questions.
The divide between what is and what we would like it to be seems to grow wider as we age. The creek we jumped over as a child has taken on Grand Canyon proportions.
Every week I cheerlead in my unrelenting desire to keep Judge Blah focused on the good.
Did I tell you all that I was a professional cheerleading instructor?
No, I haven’t divulged that piece of juicy information.
This post is the first time I have had the confidence to share this with you because I was sure you would judge me. Aren’t all cheerleaders flaky airheads with breast implants, collagen lips, and 108 I.Q.’s?
As is customary every September with the start of a new school year, I am optimistic about my job, the people in my life, and the prospect for goodness.
Despite the usual challenges that running a business, managing people, and teaching grammar and writing to already overloaded teenagers can create, I choose to see the humor of it all.
I remind myself that this is my life. Go for it. Get up and get out. Have fun. Enjoy.
Thun-der, Thun-der, Thun-der-a-tion,
We’re the War-rior, Del-e-gat-ion, ( a Nietzscheian reference for sure!)
When we fight, it’s Con-fla-gra-tion,
Blah, Blah Blah..some-thing that rhymes with tion.
I forgot the rest of the cheer.
Life is full of colors and possibility.
Stay with that thought.