Up Your Punxsutawney
It's Groundhog Day. That most revered of all holidays. A time for reflection. A time for taking stock. A time for looking deep into ourselves and realizing that we are but tiny specks in a vast universe that will one day go on without us. Actually, that's more like Christmas or New Year's or something, but when you're a long-winded workaholic like me you'll take any occasion to trot out the ersatz poetry and try to impress the other blowhards in the blogosphere.
But, come to think of it, this might be a time for reflection. What does old Punxsutawney Phil do but stay buried underground, only to briefly poke his head out to look for his own shadow? And if he sees that shadow? It's back to a cold, loveless universe for six more weeks. Not only that, the country follows in lock-step with this buck-toothed little rodent, assuming that what he says goes. Aren't the lives of those of us trying to find work-life balance much like Phil's? (Phil the Groundhog. Not Dr. Phil. Nobody's life is like his, thank God.)
But don't all of us confront our "shadow selves" on a daily basis? That shadow being the side of us that works too hard, that hasn't taken a vacation in years, that would rather keep going on a project than take a moment to enjoy the little moments in life with our family? We know that shadow is there, but every time we see it, we go back into our hole. And, we expect everybody else to just accept that we don't have any intention of coming out of that hole for six more weeks. Or years.
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