One hears this kind of sage wisdom dispensed on a regular basis, and in the hearing, the Mad One must ask himself if there is truth rooted in those words or if they are simply a banal catchphrase repeated over and over.
My clan is currently putting this to the test. Over the last month, our little band of nine has received not one, but two devastating medical diagnoses. Without going into details, let’s just say that either one, by itself, would be life altering. Taken together, it is more than a bit overwhelming.
So the Mad One is learning. Adapting. Changing. Why just this morning, he is composing this blogging masterpiece from his kitchen counter while still dressed in pajamas…
Hey, there’s an idea – Mad Gringo pajamas…
Rather than swinging in a hammock at the MG warehouse while Mad Evan and Mad Kenneth box up your orders.
And yes, there is so classic rock music playing in the background in case you were wondering.
Adaptation. It’s my watchword of the year.
Why, just yesterday, for example, I went the entire day without once wearing a single Mad Gringo clothing item. First time in recent history, in fact.
Instead, I was sporting a team shirt in support of my Pee Wee football star son, who scored all the points in his team’s hard-fought 14-13 victory.