I kinda like ducks.
They waddle along on triple-E wide feet. They’ve been happily shaking their tail feathers since long before Jake and Elwood sang about it (sorry, not a Nelly fan). Much to the chagrin of the most expensive, hypodermic-wielding, Hollywood plastic surgeon, duck lips look much better on ducks than they do on people.
What I like most about ducks, though, is that they’re very determined to get what they want; and they’re masters at making it look easy.
Ducks float on the water seemingly without effort, never revealing how madly they may be paddling just below the surface to stay on course.
And that’s my goal. It’s not so much about fooling everyone else into thinking that I’ve got it all under control.
Because I don’t. And I never will.
But I’d like to think that , most of the time, I at least appear like I’ve got it together. I like that. It helps me feel more confident despite whatever day-to-day curve balls are thrown my way.
Whether I’m facing a big event or managing the daily routine, those unflappable little quackers inspire me to make every day “Just Ducky!”
(On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind having a lot less tail-feather to shake)