CHOICES

I had choices of what to write about today with the Sisyphus picture. I could re-tell the story of his punishment according to Greek mythology. I could discuss his pride which led to his punishment and compare it to our pride today. Or could ask you to ponder a Sisyphean task or two that you experience.

The one thing I always liked about Sisyphus is that he never once complained. He had all this cleverness, all this self-importance, but when hammered by Zeus, he performed his task without grumbling. Without self-pity. Without resentment. He's a model of one who knows he was wrong and was willing or at least submitted to paying the price.

How often we blame the enforcers. The blame game it's called. It's easy to do. Until we stop to think. (or is it "stop and think"? Today in the newspaper, a columnist that I like penned "and all the sudden". I screeched. What happened to "all of a sudden"?) Why would that person who loves me want to cause me grief? Do I ever want to cause her/him grief? Or as the old saying goes, when you're pointing your finger at someone, if you look at the other end, it's pointing right back at you.

We're also bad about complaining. It's too hot; it's too cold; it's too windy; it's too cloudy. It's too expensive; it's too hard; it's not the way I like it. So that's how Sisyphus got to share the picture portion of today's entry with the chicken.isThe way the crosseyed guy got billing was a tech mistake by me. It was no one else's fault. Not the computer, not the program, just me. See how I'm a Sisyphus? Or maybe just a sis.

If you don't like it, well, just get behind that rock and push.