i'm embarrassed to say that i think the origin of the phrase that i've been most pondering lately may be an issue of oprah's magazine that my mother pilfered from the incinerator closet in her apartment building.
but, nonetheless,
inspiration and ideas are sparked from all sorts of random flint, and thus:
the gist is that certain deeply held ideas and beliefs are like icebergs:
so far beneath the surface and frozen in place, that it takes years for them to melt.
and even more so, that their melting is never even a consideration.
they just are.
this has haunted me since i read it, for surely, much of my life is dictated by icebergs.
things that are not even in play. not even questioned.
everything else is manipulated around the fact of these certain things.
i've had enough of that bullshit.
too many people, years, girls, worries.
enough.
one of the basic premises of our life just doesn't work for me anymore.
and so, one day,
i walked to the bottom of our driveway, waved hello, and smiled.
::
the bottom line. (oh, so you're a bottom line sort of man. i like that. says henry fonda in on golden pond.)
the bottom line is,
we've girls to raise,
girls we love.
and so,
the iceberg melts.
if even just a little.
try it. it doesn't hurt nearly as much as all that cold did for all those years.
more soon.
xo,
tt
