I was a pretty lame kid. Whenever I heard something funny I would go around repeating it over and over again until someone (often my dad) asked me to stop. For a while there I was addicted to this quote which went something like, when life gives you lemons, throw it back into its face and demand oranges. I even used it in a school speech once and thought I was super cool. What a tool!
Did I buy the line? Not really. Conviction was a commodity I traded for easy A’s.
The truth is, I was not a lemon thrower. Never have been. Life gave me persistence and quick wit so I went to law school. I am blessed with crafty fingers so I dabble in food and textile. My father gave me a French car. I didn’t fight it, I embraced it. I like lemons – you work with what you are given and leave the whining to someone else.
The Darwinians out there will call me an evolutionary cul-de-sac. Be that as it may, at least I don’t delude myself into thinking I could be a rock star.