I have just realized it is 14 days since I last wrote a blog post. So where have all those days gone?
In the various courses that I run I always cover Habits and Attitudes. We know that it takes 6 weeks for a habit to become almost automatic. But we also know that it takes only a few days to break a habit. So what happened to my blog-writing habit? It was well ensconced for over a year. If I didn’t make time for it during the day then I would certainly do something before I retired for the night. But as with so many things, I said one day “Oh it wont matter if I don’t do it today. I can miss one day. I can do it tomorrow”. Well tomorrow came and went, and all the succeeding tomorrows came and went too. No excuse, no reason.
So apologies and here I am again.
Today I read a post from Nancy at Spirit Lights the Way. The picture that accompanied the post made me laugh out loud. I love clowns and always have since I was a little girl. But I know that not everybody shares this love. I do know that there is a phobia called Coulrophobia, a fear of clowns. This is a very real fear and while there has been little scientific research into it a quick Internet search revealed 620 results. There are even websites dedicated to the subject, such as Ihateclowns.com, where coulrophobes gather to share their thoughts.
But moving back to Nancy’s clown with his laughing face, ridiculous clothes and cheery voice, it came to me that the clown and his antics pretty much describe how life is for many of us.
When we are feeling down or dejected we put on our clown’s face. We laugh and joke for our friends putting on what I describe as ‘our face for the public’. Underneath we may not be smiling but we don’t want to impose our concerns and fears onto others. Perhaps our nearest and dearest see through this act but the rest of the world buys it. I remember in the awful weeks following my husband’s death, I wore my smiling clown’s face whenever I went out. Many comments were received by my daughter on how well I was coping. Oh really..
And it seems to be universally agreed that the clown is sad. Reference the many songs about clowns, most of which tell a sad story.
- Send in the Clowns
- The Clown Song
- Rodeo Clowns
- The Tears of a Clown
And my favourite of these is of course, Send in the Clowns. Many artists have performed it but I like this version. Click here to hear Angela Lansbury aka Jessica Fletcher (another favourite) singing it.
But often, when life is back on an even keel and all is well with our world we are like the clown. We laugh and sing and cavort, maybe even dress up in outlandish clothes to show the world how well we are doing.
And probably the most famous clown of modern times is the ubiquitous Ronald McDonald. As the face of the fast food giant we see him everywhere. I bet he isn’t sad thinking about all the money his employer is making and hopefully sharing some with him.
Another rambling post but I do hope you got the gist of it. The clown as a metaphor for life.
- Send In The Clowns (ginandtulips.wordpress.com)
- Me, My Voice and I (ginandtulips.wordpress.com)
- Camp aims to lift clown frowns during slow economy (news.yahoo.com)