So by now you’ve probably hear of Jordan Peterson, author of 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos. He is all over social media and the news outlets and is surprisingly controversial. (I think it’s because he says men and women are different. I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised.) Always a half-step behind, I heard of him just a few weeks ago when my husband sent me a podcast of Peterson discussing his new book. I listened to the podcast and began the book that same day. I started reading and couldn’t stop. I ignored my house, my kids, and my prayers while I gulped down these ideas like the breath of fresh air they are. (Just kidding on the prayers except that no I’m not.)
What is this book about? Um, everything. The title is literal; it’s about how to better live your life or, as Peterson puts it, how to achieve a better state of Being. (“Being” being an active, conscious awareness of yourself and those around you. It’s not as psychobabble as it sounds, promise.) I hesitate to call this a “self-help” book because it transcends that cringe-worthy category, but truthfully, it kind of is. It really is. As in, it really helped me understand some important things about myself–and others–in a new, compelling way. For example:
Lately, my fortysomething body hasn’t given my eyelashes much love.
I’m not gonna lie, I used to have really long eyelashes. As with my really long toes, I’d always considered them one of my better features. Stepping out in flip-flops and a bit of mascara, I needed only to bat my eyes and flash my feet and hearts were mine for the taking.
But in the last few years, my beloved lashes seem to be getting shorter and sparser. They seem to be, well, disappearing. (And yet my long toes remain. And are only getting longer.) I’ve been told that lash loss is one of the awesome benefits of aging but not to worry–the new hairs growing on my chin will more than make up for it.
Last week, however, I learned that all of this was going to change. How? With a tube of the latest, greatest, miracle-making mascara. The sales “girl” (pretty sure?) at Ulta informed me that this new-and-improved formula would make my lashes thick, full, and oh-so-long, due to something called “buildable volume.” I asked her what “buildable volume” was and she graciously explained it to me.
The most coveted gift received in the Smith home for Christmas 2017 wasn’t wireless earphones or a pair of Nike Zoom Vapors. It was this:
A Bob Ross Chia Pet!
Could you die? Like a standard Chia Pet isn’t cha-cha enough, they go and Bob Ross it up? Dee-vyne!
It’s like his name was in the air this year. A few weeks ago, my son had a friend over who was waxing poetic about how freaking awesome Bob Ross is. I found this delightful, having assumed that Bob Ross was forgotten with my generation of Shows We Watched While Faking Sick. Turns out he’s still stippling strong via You Tube. Who knew?
The following week, we received a Christmas Card which was, without a doubt, the Grand Prize Winner of the Annual Unspoken Christmas Card Contest (don’t pretend you don’t rank them as they come in.) Check out this symphony of awesomeness:
Could you die? Who has friends this Ross-ome? WE DO.
That’s three Bob Ross sightings in three weeks. Shoot, I haven’t been that Ross-ed up since I cried “mono” in the twelfth grade. (I almost didn’t graduate, but I did get five straight weeks of the Bob Ross/Love Connection/Family Feud afternoon lineup. You tell me who’s the smart kid.)