I am frequently reminded of my own faults and failings. Luckily, for the most part, they are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but still bothersome to me.

I have a Stupid Theory. The theory itself may or may not be stupid, but the idea is that it’s important to sometimes be stupid. It’s what keeps us paying attention; trying. If I don’t get a regular dose of humility, embarrassment, or a publicly teachable moment every once in a while, I might wither and fade. Stupidity keeps me sharp.

I feel like an occasional eff-up is important to keep things fresh. When I get a bit cocky, overly confident, or downright lazy, the universe shakes the picnic blanket and levels the playing field. I get tossed with the bugs, dust, and crumbs of daily life. Flipped and flopped, to settle back onto a smooth surface. A reboot of sorts. Red-faced and humble, apologetic and challenged, I don’t like it. I never enjoy it, but I’ve come to expect it. I genuinely believe it’s necessary for me.

A stupid theory?
Could be.
If so, maybe today is blanket shaking day.

And yes, this post was incited by an incident of grand stupidity.
I just SMDH and commit to doing better…for a while, anyway.