Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Butter Side Up

Trouble creates a capacity to handle it as a friend, for you'll see a lot of it and had better be on speaking terms with it.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes

I have been accused almost religiously by some of being supremely lucky. My toast always lands "butter side up", they say. I wish for a moment to dissect this phenomenon.
  1. Toast falls
Everyone who eats toast on a regular basis knows that sometimes events occur that cause bad things to happen. We don't get the job we apply for. We choose to wear sandals on the day the freak blizzard hits. Our VCR (read DVR) stops recording the big game in the 4th quarter. Our breakfast becomes a wasted mess of food on the floor.
  1. Sometimes it lands butter side down
It is possible for seemingly/potentially bad things to be not so bad in the end. When something unexpected (like a sudden gust of gravity) begins to take hold of our well laid (or lack of) plans, our instinct is likely something akin to panic.

How lucky do we feel when the dust settles only to reveal that we are probably better off for the trouble than we would have been had our own plans succeeded. How well do we take notice of the silver linings in our rain clouds?

Regardless of occasional good fortune, sometimes the toast will land butter side down. In fact, sometimes the toast will fall in the fire and the engulfing flame will ignite the curtains and burn down the entire house. The real difference between the two proverbial glass-half- persons may be that the happier sort watch their house burn down and somehow--admittedly after shock and the entire grieving process--find a way to be truly okay with it.

My life is perfect because imperfections are a necessary part of a perfect life.
  1. What do you do when your toast falls?
My father always told me that it is good to have fast reflexes when you're as clumsy as he is. When I first see/feel that a hiccup has encroached on my life, I immediately begin to act (assuming I have had enough sleep lately). The bread is halfway to the floor when I swat it from below, sending it spinning toward the sink; I lunge for the falling toast again and again until at last I have either caught it or it has finally landed--mind it sometimes still lands butter side down

I don't know who of us is more likely to drop our toast, but I do know that I rarely see my dad get overly worked up or depressed when unfortunate things happen in his life--just a terse, whispered profanity and life goes on.

What do you do when your toast falls?


  1. Some people do seem to have a bit more luck than others. You are often lucky but more importantly you work hard to achieve what you set your mind/heart on. I am proud of your tenacity and determination! You don't give up and you keep working hard. You have always been very self motivated and I awed by that. Love you and I believe you are a great son and a even greater husband and father! Love! mom

  2. Thank you. So what do you do what your toast starts to fall?