Lyrics Post: “I Think I’m Going Bald”

I wrote a paper for a class in college, the Biology of Aging. For the paper, I researched what happens with “male pattern baldness.” I can’t rightly recall the details, but I do remember the title: “I Think I’m Going Bald.”

This song, brought to you by the Canadian band, RUSH, was and is, AWESOME. Early tune, enjoy the humor.

“I looked in the mirror today
My eyes just didn’t seem so bright
I’ve lost a few more hairs
I think I’m going bald

I think I’m going bald

Seems like only yesterday
We would sit and talk of dreams all night
Dreams of youth
And simple truths
Now we’re so involved
So involved with life

Walk down vanity fair
Memory lane everywhere
Wall Street shuffles there
Dressed in flowing hair

Once we loved the flowers
Now we ask the price of the land
Once we would take water
But now it must be wine
Now we’ve been
And now we’ve seen
What price peace of mind

Take a piece of my mind

My life is slipping away
I’m aging every day
But even when I’m grey
I’ll still be grey my way”

Writers: Peart, Lee, Lifeson


Routines are the cornerstone that provides peace of mind. We all have routines for work, and routines for home. They can be applied anywhere when you repeat certain activities on a regular (even daily) basis. One of my favorite?

What’s your routine before bed? Here’s mine.

Make sure the kitchen sink is empty of dishes. If the dishwasher is full, put in the soap and start the wash cycle.

Change into PJs.

Brush my teeth.

Make sure the kids’ water bottles are full and their night light is in.

Walk around the house one more time to be sure windows and doors are looked.

Make sure the K9 door from garage to backyard is down, so the dogs don’t get out at night to bark at the wildlife.

And then after a kiss the kids and my wife “Good Night”? Hello, slumber! This particular routine serves me well. It provides peace of mind for sure.

So, what is your routine?


Listening to a pro cyclist talk about racing the other day, he used the word “commit” a few times. Cyclists talk about that a lot. Committing to the race, committing to a move during the race to improve one’s position, committing to a decisive climb. They also talk about their teammates in this way, the importance of everyone committing to the race plan to be successful.

Commit. It’s the action associated with creating the state of commitment. When we commit to something, and remain engaged, that creates an iron foundation for good things to happen.

In a job, a sport, a marriage, parenthood, all these require one to commit to realize the highest potential. Commitment can also be applied in far less lofty pursuits: getting to bed at a reasonable hour; giving all three kids a bath without pause; finishing the dishes after dinner, before retiring for the evening; doing five more math problems in your practice exam; finishing a crossword puzzle.

The underlying trait, the underlying mindset, is to be focused and resolved to attain your goal; not letting up from frustration, fatigue, or otherwise negative forces.

Be committed; it will serve you well, every time.

How Much Is Too Much?

9 hours of work when your contract says 8?

Brussel sprouts when you really prefer broccoli?

8 hours of sleep when you really only need 7?

9 cookies when the serving size is 3?

3 kids instead of 2, or 1, or zero?

I suspect it’s too much, and not enough, all at the same time.

I’m reminded of a phrase from one of my kids’ books, “…you get what you get and you don’t get upset…”

Maybe the answer is in the middle, in between.

It is what it is.

Learn either way, that’s the true measure.

No Worries, But Be Vigilant

1 Peter, 5.: “Cast all your worries upon him because he cares for you.

8 Be sober and vigilant. Your opponent the Devil is prowling around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour.

9 Resist him, steadfast in faith, knowing that your brothers and sisters throughout the world undergo the same sufferings.”

The theme of this reading from First Peter resonates. It lays it out plainly, the fundamentals of faith: do not let worries drag you down; be vigilant as you go through each day, mindful of evil, and realize, and remember, you are not alone. Indeed, God is with you, always; that was His promise; that’s why He came.

But that does not mean it is easy; that does not mean life is easy; that does not mean you will always be treated fairly; that does not mean difficulty, tragedy will not befall you.

Rather it means, regardless of how your life unfolds, you can persevere. Be humble; be steadfast; be aware of the danger in the world but not paralyzed by it.

You are not alone in this world.

Never alone.

Resident Evil

Anger, frustration, disappointment, rage, etc. I heard it said recently in a song, “Anger is a gift.” This perspective was being shared be a revolutionary, someone calling for massive social change.

I think the idea was / is, if you’re so mad, so furious that you are willing to go to extremes, and push on past established limits, challenge power, and the rage inside you fuels your energy to persevere through struggle and hardship to a noble end, that’s…a gift.

Maybe so.

Certainly I get the idea, certainly know there’s plenty of injustice in the world, plenty of systems and circumstances where it seems that logic and mercy and justice are needed, where perseverance and extreme actions might apply to facilitate change.


But what of the emotions themselves? All human emotions are natural; it’s part of what we are, who we are, we’re “feeling” beings. And those feelings can be powerful, overwhelming, difficult to understand, even difficult to control.

And that’s at the heart of this humble piece. If negative emotions, those that can swallow us up, if they grow and take over and otherwise go unchecked, I think those emotions can lead to evil.

I speak from experience.

I’ve felt it creeping in, evil trying, ever so sly, ever so slow, to seep into my soul, to make me someone I don’t want to be.

Mind you, it wasn’t anything major that occurred, nothing too earth-shattering that caused this process to begin. And maybe that’s the point.

The circumstance was, is, basically a conflict with someone I’m close to; the conflict comes from a fundamental difference of approach and opinion on what’s appropriate, what’s the “right thing to do.”

And because this person is close to me, I assume this person will have the same perspective, and actually that we won’t have conflict, that we’re on the same page with a decision that has to be made.

And yet we miss.

We are not on the same page.

And in fact it seems like we are fundamentally seeing the situation from two different places. And this situation is frustrating to me. It causes me to be angry. It causes me to be critical and judgmental. I causes me a slow and quite rage deep in my craw.

How do I know? I’ve woken up repeatedly thinking about it. It’s festering. Right now, it’s festering. And until the situation is resolved, it will bother me.

So how does this relate to evil?

I’ve imagined of late how these feelings, if not checked, could otherwise slowly push you over to attitudes and actions that you might not think were in your DNA otherwise. Mind you, I am aware and in control (as much as I can be) of these negative feelings and process through them each time the come to the surface.

But I can easily see how evil could take hold, if I let it. I can see how negative attitude could become the foundation of the relationship, evil pushing aside the history and the relations I have with this person otherwise.

I can see how it might become resident evil within. I can see how evil could destroy my relationship, destroy my life, make me someone I don’t want to be. But I won’t let it.

No. No I won’t.

Evil might visit, but it will take no residence in me.



Redux — Outside, Inside, Cope, Persevere

Words to the page to chronical this time, find some pause, some answers.

Never before have we been in a place like this, time like this, everything upside down, uncertain.

Think about what’s outside, what’s inside. That’s for each of us, and practically too,

inside our home, outside too.

Told to stay inside, keep your distance, slow the spread, a novel strain washing over the earth.

When will it end, how will it end?

Inside it gets smaller, living with others or living alone, full-time, new, difficult to navigate.

Inside us too, each of us in our mind, searching for new order, balance, pace, what are the rules now? How to navigate.

Unsettled, uncertain, certainly tough, tough to manage, toughness needed,

mental toughness, like maybe never before,

For us anyway, our time, and those younger, Millennials,

younger still, kids, just coping, all of us just coping,

an hour at a time, a day,

Let’s get through this,


Seasons of Love

This song brings me to tears pretty much every time I hear it. Feel alive. Soak it up. GOOD.

“Seasons Of Love”
(from “Rent (Original Broadway Cast Recording)” soundtrack)

525,600 minutes
525,000 moments so dear
525,600 minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In 525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

525,600 minutes
525,600 journeys to plan
525,600 minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or man?

In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died

It’s time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Let’s celebrate, remember a year
In the life of friends

[All & Joanne:]
Remember the love
You got to, you got to remember the love
Remember the love
You know that love is a gift from up above
Remember the love
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Measure, measure your life in love

Writer(s): Larson , Jonathan D
This song is often associated with World AIDS Day, because four of the lead characters have HIV or AIDS.

Jonathan Larson, whom this track written and composed by, thought that “Seasons of Love” should be performed at Angel’s funeral, but when Larson died the night before the preview opening of the show, the cast sang it at the beginning of the second act to pay their respects to him.

Your Cell, Your Space Station, Your Home

We’ve been cooped up for a while.  

Second month under way, Shelter In Place, living with the COVID-19 pandemic.  Brings to mind at least a couple other situations where people are living under controlled conditions.

Can you imagine living in a prison cell?   6 feet x 9 feet, your reality up to 23 hours a day.   Living confined, no obvious variety to your day-to-day, forced to look within, forced to free your mind, the only space you can truly control.

Or maybe being in outer space itself, on a mission aboard the International Space Station, living in confined and gravity-light environ, spinning around the Earth at 17,000 miles an hour.  Your work would consume most of your waking time on the ISS, no doubt, but you would still most likely struggle with the living conditions and monotony. 

Or you could be at home, living under Shelter In Place Orders from your county and state.  You could be trying to keep yourself and your family healthy and safe in the midst of a global pandemic that’s infected over 2.4 million people (known), and killed more than 165,000 people globally.

It’s not convenient.  It’s not easy.  It’s not pleasant sometimes, and can be down right challenging; many people feel (rightly so), that their lives have been shaken up, turned upside down. 

Yep, it’s not easy, not by any stretch.  Then again, it’s within our capabilities, if we have our health and some source of income to keep going.  KEEP GOING.  We need to take it a day at a time; you might even take it an hour at a time.  What can you do next to make things a little better, to do your job, to keep things going forward? 

Do that.  Then do the next thing.   

Step by step, moment by moment.  It’s ok.  Keep going.



Little Things

When times get tough, focus on the little things. Feeling overwhelmed, not sure what to do next? Do something simple, little, maybe even trivial, to make a little progress, and make things a little better.

Today I attacked a couple weed lines that have been growing in the sidewalk cracks for months. MONTHS. It took maybe 10 minutes tops to clear them out, mostly. A little thing. But that small effort made me feel good.

Toward the end of the afternoon I moved a wind chime to a different spot in the yard, where I thought it might get more breeze. We’ll see. But it felt good taking that little action.

When things are difficult, when you’re having a rough time, feeling in a rut, find something little you can do to accomplish, to feel a bit better.

In fact, maybe it’s a good idea to pick a few little things each day like that you can do; sprinkle them into your day, start, middle, end, and anywhere in between.

The little things can make a big different.