The heft of inevitability and the miracle of unacceptability
by Lydia Lowery Busler We had a long discussion on the road today, driving in the American West to catch an airplane after missing a previous flight east. Topics ranged from past partners, friends, and influences to chosen activities, loss, and change. Early in this trip, I was asked what I like most about myself and why. It was a simple question that was difficult to answer. After my answer, “I like the pink spot of sun on my nose most because it means it didn’t burn like a toasted marshmallow,” wasn’t an acceptable response, I thought past my weekend to what trait had served me best in my life. “My adaptability,” I spoke with more seriousness, “My ability to adapt has allowed me to forgive, see the bigger picture, solve problems, meet and learn from people, change, and find more enjoyment in my life.” That was better. Later, in the car, my mind was piqued further by a tale of smoking cessation. In fact, there were two such tales regarding siblings. The first story was about a des
