A New Beginning

As we get further into the new year I am somewhat torn as my guardian angels fire differing ideas into my mind. How difficult it is to tread the moderate path in life and how little help we are given as we make our simple efforts to avoid excess and take the middle way. Especially when we are surrounded by others making suggestions hard to resist.



It's all made even worse by striving to stand out from the crowd, not as easy as it may seem at first glance although some of my amphibian friends seem to manage without excessive effort; but I suspect that my glasses would fall off. And to be unable to see the reactions to my individuality would not be useful.
And I really do not want to go to the extent of the lady shown here, not least because I do not really have enough hair to make it viable. I have attached the odd balloon to my ear while carrying Alistair as a kid but it was more for convenience really. And I should hate to be taken for one just left a McDonalds' party or something equally proletarian.
So I suppose I must fall back on my old faithful, the hobby of the oddity, or as my youngest son says "being a plonker and embarrassing" him. Why do our parents always embarass us? Conformity is perhaps the main aspect of youth, I guess.