So far the New Year has a theme to it. Headlines suggest that we’re at a precipice, and good lord, don’t look down.  And yet millions of people every day leave their homes to experience the joys of riding on overcrowded buses and subways and other forms of less than adequate public transportation.  The roads are jammed during rush hour, which now seems to be extended into Saturday and Sunday.  I’m assuming all these people taking public transit in the morning, and those navigating city streets in the hopes of getting somewhere, all left their house for a reason. Like maybe, a job?

God bless the millions, and millions of people who say to themselves, every day, “the four horsemen of the apocalypse may be on the way, but I have bigger things to worry about”.  GDP growth forecasts being lowered, what do you think about that? Interesting, but I got to get Precious to daycare on time.  Price of oil crashes?  My fuel consumption costs just went down because I have to take the kids to hockey, indoor soccer, jazz lessons, piano lessons, Chucky Cheese, to see grandma and grandpa, acting lessons (strictly for my child because he/she is special) and all this by Wednesday of every week.  Stock market takes a beating in 2016? Yeah, that’s bad but I don’t have time to think about it because I have to meet my @&$/?/€ contractor at the house we’re renovating because if I don’t he’ll leave and go to another job because he’s so busy.  Delinquency rates trending upwards?  Not sure what that means to me, but did you hear that Celine Dion just sold house outside of Montreal for $25 million? 

After all these years I’ve come to learn that what gets in the way of a good doom and gloom story is…life.  The ability to suspend reality is truly a gift.  I’m reminded of what a famous philosopher once said, “Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!”  Homer  Simpson.

Until next time,

Cheers.