A Hero is only as Strong as His Villain

How much courage are you willing to invest in your life?

There are times when I want a cute little surprise , with the fancy shiny wrapping paper and a pink ribbon on top.

TO : DARREN 

FROM: Just as You Planned.

I have always been a sucker for the shiny and pretty ribbon.

There isn’t much shiny and pretty about having to expose your humility and your precious little image of What You Want People to See.

Courage is a verb. A kick in the ass type verb.

A verb that doesn’t feel comfortable and leaves me feeling like a hole in a doughnut. A plain ordinary day old doughnut with no rainbow colour sprinkles to hide behind. The day old doughnuts are always off in a corner on a side shelf with a discount sign.

It wasn’t an easy phone call but I guess the phone did provide some form of sprinkles and security.

“I have run into a wee problem with the plans for proving my case for my masculinity. As a real man I have come up with two solutions ;

1) Postpone the BBQ until tomorrow

2) Creative Solution …. Oatmeal Picnic.”

Let’s flick off the sprinkles and the platitudes.

Humility and honesty isn’t always a warm fuzzy wuzzy feeling. Today it brought up some funky insecurities and I questioned How I defined my Manhood.

A real man should be able to offer just a little bit more then an Oatmeal picnic. A real man doesn’t have any indescion about what shirt to wear.

Wasn’t the bbq supposed to validate my position as a man. My stock as a hunter, gatherer and provider?

Fire. Smoke. Raw.

That BBQ would come in handy to sear the doubt and insecurities. Well I’m at it let’s toss in that pesky little devil and angel that like to perch themselves on each shoulder.

Toss in that angel first…. as he can be an impossible image to always uphold.