Monday's Musings

Dad always said that, “I am what I am”; ok so that was originally Popeye, but both of them apparently got it right. In an article published today, a study states that our personalities are pretty much set by the time we enter first grade or around the age of seven. Seven? Really? Do you know what I was doing at the age of seven? Picking my nose, telling fart jokes, and stuffing my eighteen month old sister into leftover Christmas boxes. So they’re saying I haven’t changed much in the following decades? Truthfully, probably not and I’d surmise a guess that no one else has either.

On the flipside, do you know what I was when I was seven? I was a voracious reader, an avid talker, a lover of sophistication, a budding musician, a stubborn child, a horse aficionado, a shoe whore, a runner, a dreamer, a listener, a lover of all people and things (except my mother’s zucchini boats which hasn’t exactly changed), a strong-willed, self-determined fighter for the injustices of this world especially if I thought my brother was receiving preferential treatment, but above all I was a writer. A writer, you say. Yes, a writer. And let’s be honest, how many other seven year olds do you know that keep a journal pretty religiously for the next twenty-some-odd years? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Here’s the deal. We are what we are and I’ve always been one to observe nature, be it my own or others, and put pen to paper to take note. I’ve always been one who made books out of cardboard, construction paper and big fat pencils. I still do; I’m just upgrading to pixels powered by lithium batteries. And, in an effort to stretch my skills just a little bit further and do my best to change my personality against all odds I’m instituting Monday’s Musings: a conglomeration of the week’s weirdness, my own and everyone else’s around me. While the inaugural posting is lame by even an old mare’s standards, I promise you they will get better. So check back every Monday (or perhaps Tuesday morning if you’re like my parents and don’t stay up late) to be shocked, awed, amazed or bored.

Until next week, I leave you with my favorite childhood riddle as told to me by dear old Dad. (Nathan and Boydo are not allowed to answer.) First one to answer correctly gets a shout out next week.

~ev

Riddle: You die after which to come upon two doors, one which leads to eternal salvation and the other which leads to eternal damnation. In front of each door you have an angel, one which always tells the truth and one which always lies. You may ask one question to one angel so that you get to that sweet, sweet land of eternal pina coladas and warm-ocean breezes. What is the question that you ask and then which door do you pick?