Saturday, January 23, 2010
Why worry? It don't matter.
I’m the kind of person who tends to make things much, much bigger than they need to be. Every little bump in the road or anytime something doesn’t go my way, my knee-jerk reaction is,“This sucks! This is the most horrible thing that could possibly happen!” It’s a miracle my blood pressure isn’t a thousand over a million and it’s safe to say that at just about any given time, I’m utterly annoyed or ready to kill someone.
Isn’t that terrible? Can I remind you I’m a certified yoga instructor? Ohm.
On the other end of the spectrum lies my daughter, Courtney. I can’t tell you how often she’ll say to me, “Mom, it don’t matter.” Though normally I would wash her mouth out for using a double negative, the grammatically incorrect nature of her mantra only reinforces its message. Because when I consider almost everything I worry about or get pissed over, I realize she’s right—it don’t matter.
Courtney gets her laid-back demeanor from her father, who’s one of the most even-tempered people I’ve ever met. Back in the early 80s I had a minor car accident (okay, I caused it—I was looking in my pocketbook for a nail file) and when I called Chris to tell him about it, I was a friggin’ mental patient. His response? “There are millions of cars out there. Every once in a while they’re gonna bump into each other.”
Must be nice.
I have two previews of my show scheduled for this coming Wednesday (1/27) and Friday (1/30). I’ve posted details over at www.bastardhusband.com; if you're in Vegas and want to come, send me an email and I’ll put you on the guest list. I’m trying not to freak about this; I just really want it to be good and as I’ve mentioned before, I struggle with stage fright. That's another difference between my daughter and me—when she was little, we’d be driving her to ballet recitals or auditions and she’d sing away in the back seat like we were taking her out for ice cream. No nerves whatsoever.
Courtney knew it don’t matter, even as a kid. And so it’s no surprise that when she was in high school, guess what she selected for her senior quote in the yearbook? The title of a Tom Waits song: “We’re All Gonna Be Just Dirt in the Ground.” (For that one, Court endeared herself to a hip global studies teacher who moonlighted in a blues band.)
But it’s true, so why worry?
It don’t matter.