Mr. Joe Blow acts inappropriately. Those who know and love him shrug. “Oh, well–that’s just Joe being Joe.”

Sometimes we self-fulfill expectations by cutting extra slack for friends with failings. But my dear deceased friend Karen had a better head on her shoulders. When alcohol consumption had a negative impact on her musicales, she laid down the law: No More Booze. And she made it stick. And it was for the better.

We are not stuck with who we are. Not only might we reinvent ourselves, we might build ourselves. What can I do to make things better? is one of the most important things to ask.

Wiggle in the eyedropper, euglena
Wait until ready for the multicell arena

Howl unto the moon–to madness cater
Have your way outlandishly, O Satyr

OR: lustrously become a nurse
Of this wounded Universe