I’m not proud of it, but sometimes I think my ipad might be disappointed in me.

When I’m away from home, I do my French lessons on my ipad. Duolingo keeps track of my progress as I move from day to day. Returning home, I change to my desktop. For some reason the two don’t interact and as my computer welcomes me back, my ipad sends me the prompts to continue. Each prompt gets a little stronger. I know I’m doing the work. But I have to admit, there is a little piece of me that wants to explain this to my urging ipad. 

As ridiculous as it sounds, I mention it mostly to remind myself that it is actually just as ridiculous to worry about what other people think of me. I suppose we all get caught up in this trap. I think I’m getting better as I get older. Not that I don’t give thought to others — we should all do that. We’re not alone on this planet. But what I mean is, I, we, don’t need to worry so much about what others think of us. Like what they think of our homes, our clothing, what we had for dinner. Who cares? The answer to that is really no one. I don’t want to be deterred from the silly, the fun, the weird, just because someone else might have a thought about it. I’m not going to change my schedule because someone might think painting is a waste of time. There’s a good chance I will trip on a rock in mid daydream on the path — and sure, I’ll probably look around to see if anyone saw, but I’m not going to stop walking. 

I know myself. I know my heart. So with all due respect to my ipad and the others, I’m doing my best, and I’m good with that. As the sun comes up, I am ready to live this day in my own way. Willing and able to joyfully risk the ridiculous!