Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!
That’s the only real way to face your challenge. Head on. Because you never know if the White Wizard will come riding over the hill at the break of day.
Forgive the geekiness of this post but you should know that, as it’s being written I have ended my last work week with the following three status updates:
There. Are. Four. Lights.
Let’s go hunt some Orc.
Cell Block Tango has been an appropriate part of this afternoon’s sound track. #theyhaditcomin
Points if you can get all three references without looking them up. Sure, the Orc one is easy…but which movie?
It was one of those weeks when it was much better to laugh than cry. And then to strategerize.
You’ll likely be reading this on the morning of the beginning of another week with little promise of being better.
That’s the thing, though. Like the quote above Theoden and Aragorn were at their best when their backs were against the wall. When there seemed to be no hope.
Okay, so I’m not really staring down a battalion of Orcs. But I spent a lot of time last week shaking my head and saying “you have GOT to be kidding me.”
Okay, so fine.
We all have these situations. It’s almost impossible to reason with the unreasonable…to rationalize with the irrational…to have a regular conversation with the irregular.
Life brings challenges. It brings challenging people. We can’t change that.
The only thing we can do is decide how we’re going to respond.
I know I’m being vague, but maybe not. This applies to a lot of life situations.
It doesn’t really matter if it’s a co-worker, or a family member, a neighbor, or a surly fast-food clerk, we’re all going to face people doing things that make absolutely no sense…except to them.
It’s fine to give them a good ol’ southern “bless your heart,” but sometimes it also takes some action on our part.
It’s a new week. The idiocracy is getting dressed for work just like we are.
Ride out and meet them.