If I Only Had A Brain …
That’s the song refrain I woke up with this morning. Sometimes, nah, make that “a lot of the time”, I drive my poor husband up the wall with the songs I find in my head each morning. Sometimes they’re okay but more often than not they’re just plain nuts. Like the day I awoke to “Old MacDonald”! Never having had children, this was not high on his list of appropriate musical accompaniment to his morning coffee.
Anyway, this morning it was “If I Only Had a Brain” from the Wizard of Oz. Go figure. I know why the theme was there. I’m feeling a bit out of sorts and useless lately. When that happens it is inevitable that old tapes from childhood return to torture me. “You are not pretty. You are not popular. Being smart will not get you friends or make you popular.” ad nauseum. Thank you Mommie Dearest!
For too many years I believed her. It took a lot of personal growth, unfortunately fairly late in life, for me to figure out that was her opinion, but that it didn’t necessarily make it true. So the lesson of the day is, don’t believe everything you hear. Search out your own truths!
What does this have to do with a goofy looking ostrich in Arizona? Not a heck of a lot, I guess. Like me, it’s unique. Like me, it’s unusual. Like me, it may have hidden value. In any event, it made my day better for being in my world, for me to enjoy. Hopefully that is something else I have in common with it.