It’s a beautiful day in Toronto, mid January, mild weather and the perfect morning for a walk. I set out to Sherwood Park, a great park, with some hills and various pathways to keep my walk challenging and interesting. I had my Iphone in my pocket, ready to take calls as needed, but mostly so that I could listen to music if I decided to.
I like to take the time on my walks to reflect on things, work out issues and solve problems. For some reason, this made me think of the song “Ironic” by Alannis Morissette, so I found it on my ITunes and played it twice, paying attention to the lyrics. It resonates with me, and really how ironic life can be, as the song begins:
“An old man turned 98
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think”
My walk continues, my thoughts turn to other music I find inspirational. Van Morrison came to mind, so I found the only album I have on my Iphone and started to play “Mystery”.
“Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
You’ve got to open up your heart
That’s all I know
Trust what I say and do what you’re told
Baby, and all your dirt will turn into gold”
Somewhere during that song, and my “awakening”, it happened. Splat, I slipped in the mud, with my bright white jacket. Covered from head to toe and all I could do was laugh at myself.
So what do you do when you’re in a park, covered in mud. You take a picture of yourself of course, immediately send it to your kids and post on Facebook. The first comment arrived, and summed it up perfectly;
“That’s what you get for trying to exercise! It’s a sign....cuddle up on the couch and eat cupcakes.” Well said.
Life is ironic, life is a mystery, eat cupcakes.