The Path of Least Resistance

There are times in life where you come to a crossroads. I know this probably sounds trite, but it is very true. You know those times only in retrospect when wondering, “what would have happened if I chose the other road instead?” 

 I have reunited with some of my past and have been reminded of some of my own “crossroads” and how the decisions may have changed where I am today. 

For instance, I stole a pack of gum when I was five years old. Or, at least tried to steal it. I got caught by my mother. Interestingly, stealing gum is very common…. (read here: We’ve all stolen gum). I took the path of least resistance and slipped a pack of gum in my pocket rather than asking my Mom to buy me a pack. When she caught me, she could have shrugged, disciplined me and left since she only found out about the gum after we left the store. Instead, she did the “hard thing” and dragged me in to apologize to the store manager. I wonder what would have happened she too, decided to take the easy route.


Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking.  There are too many people who think that the only thing that’s right is to get by, and the only thing that’s wrong is to get caught.  ~J.C. Watts

Then comes a big decision in High School. It wasn’t “Should I do drugs, drink or have sex?” I was very square and a pretty straight-laced student. I was quiet, obedient, and a little wacky. The big decision was “Should I NOT try out for my dream of being a Drum Major for our band?”I know…..lame, geeky, bizarre.

Band Line

“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.” George Bernard Shaw

I wanted to not try and just have the outcome be what I feared it would be if I tried for it. My sister Lynn, normally very quiet – yelled at me and told me that I would regret NOT trying more than I would regret trying and failing. My friends were all supportive as well, but the unusual behavior from my sister made me listen more. I remember realizing that she made a sacrifice and did not let me “go gentle into that goodnight”.

 I made Drum Major and so did my best friend Kathey. Had I not tried, I would have never tried for anything worth trying for in my life. I know this because I still remember the courage and humiliation that day with sweat running off my fingers and doubt running through my mind.   That same queasy feeling occurs in my adult life when I want something badly enough…and I push that envelope to avoid regret.

Had I not tried then, I would have never have been brave enough to be a Voice-Over Artist.

One year later, I suffered a major blow to my ego and failed. My freshman year in college I tried out for band, and was rejected. Yep….rejected. No problem. No therapy needed!

Now that I’m older, the crossroads are much more complicated and not always met with 100% successful outcomes. There is sacrifice, disappointment and heartache.

Do I have regret? That’s a tough question.

I promise myself to always try my best to follow the truth in my heart avoid the path of least resistance as it normally leads to an outcome that is regrettable and mediocre…at best.

Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

3 Responses to “The Path of Least Resistance”

  1. Erik Sheppard says:
    Great post Kat. Dylan Thomas is one of my favorites and is quite appropo here.
  2. jazzyjett says:
    Much truth in following another’s well measured beating of overly cautious living. I submit that fearful living is a life, perhaps, with more comfort but a very bedeviling daily grind. Life doesn’t get us or grind us down; rather the manner in which we purposefully choose to reference it. It has its miseries, no doubt, but the doubting that follows misery’s momentary departure is what nabs the 90 percent of us all. If fact it is easy to find character in a crisis, but the other 90 percent of our lives we oft struggle to find it. But what a joy to know that joy, in fact, does exist when not externally sought after. Not possible and if it were, we’d be satisfied with the “feeling like a failure” and being perfectly fine with it. My short novel hardly intended but, I may have made the mistake of being a bore and long-winded; I do hope so. That means I’ve got my first mistake out of the way well before the sun shall rise in about seven hours! “My first mistake is worrying that I will make one.” – BJett (Smile) Get it out of the way. No one will even notice and it might even serve a grander plan in spite of our “perceptions” of mistakes in light of “coincidence’s” folly… No such a thing.


    Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ. -C. S. Lewis

Anyone remember Dr Demento? Think I had a Wet Dream

I have been searching high and low for this song and mustn’t have ever looked on YouTube….? How bizarre. Everyone knows I love YouTube!

Anyway, I found this video and also found the artist…..(Comedian, Musician and Voice) Kip Addotta. Very Cool Vlogger. At the bottom of this post, I included one of his “Coffee with Kip” episodes.

I used to listen to a cassette tape over and over and over again on vacation in the Virgin Islands. We stayed at a house with a name. Notre Ciel This was back when vacation was an annual event with the parents…rather than a wistful memory. I have visited the house and the islands in my adult life a couple of times, but my “Wet Dreams” were in the days of my youth. I know I have pictures but will pretend I couldn’t find them so you never see me with braces.

It was April the forty-first
Being a quadruple leap year
I was driving in downtown Atlantis
My barracuda was in the shop
So I was in a rented stingray
And it was overheating

So I pulled into a Shell Station
They said I’d blown a seal
I said, “Fix the damn thing
And leave my private life out of it
Okay pal?”

While they were doing that
I walked over to a place called the Oyster Bar, a real dive
But I knew the owner
He used to play for the Dolphins
I said “Hi Gil”
You have to yell, he’s hard of herring

Think I had a wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Wet dream

Gil was also down on his luck
Fact is he was barely keeping his head below water
I bellied up to the sandbar
He poured me the usual

Rusty snail, hold the grunion
Shaken not stirred
With a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich on the side
Heavy on the mako

I slipped him a fin
On porpoise
I was feeling good
I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry’s squids
For the halibut

Well the place was crowded
We were packed in like sardines They were all there to listen to the big band sounds of Tommy Dorsal
What sole

Tommy was rockin’ the place with a very popular tuna
Salmon Chanted Evening
And the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers
Probably there to see the bass player

One of them was this cute little yellowtail
And she’s giving me the eye
So I figured this is my chance for a little fun
You know, piece of Pisces

But she said things I just couldn’t fathom
She was too deep, seemed to be under a lot of pressure
Boy, could she drink
She drank like a . . .
She drank a lot

I said “What’s your sign”
She said “Aquarium”
I said “Great, let’s get tanked”

Think I had a wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Wet dream

I invited her to my place for a midnight bait
I said “Come on baby, it’ll only take a few minnows”
She threw me that same old line
“Not tonight, I gotta haddock”

And she wasn’t kidding either
Cause in came the biggest, meanest looking haddock
I’d ever seen come down the pike
He was covered with mussels

He came over to me and said
“Listen, shrimp, don’t you come trollin’ around here”
What a crab
This guy was steamed
I could see the anchor in his eyes

I turned to him, I said
“A-balone, you’re just being shellfish”
Well, I knew it was going to be trouble and so did Gil
‘Cause he was already on the phone to the cods

The haddock hits me with a sucker punch
I catch him with a left hook
He eels over
It was a fluke but there he was
Lying on the deck, flat as a mackerel

I said “Forget the cods Gil
This guy’s gonna need a sturgeon”
Well, the yellowtail was impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend
She came over to me, she said
“Hey, big boy, you’re really a game fish
What’s your name”
I said “Marlin”

Think I had a wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Wet dream

Well, from then on we had a whale of a time
I took her to dinner, I took her to dance
I bought her a bouquet of flounders
And then I went home with her
And what did I get for my trouble
A case of the clams

Think I had a wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

Wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

Wet dream
Cruisin’ thru the Gulf Stream
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh

You don’t owe me a thing…

Last night on my way home from picking up the kids, I was met with a very welcome and selfless act of kindness. Strangely the couple didn’t know all the days events and that I needed the gesture. They probably just saw a mom pulling up in a BMW and paying for gas with change…

Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else’s skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. (courtesy of
-Frederick Buechner

No…..I’m not broke, or not any more broke than everyone trying to raise children, work, and balancing life issues… I forgot my cards and ID at home in Mancos (27 miles away). No biggy….

But, this particular day had been stressful…yes-I had some drama. When I left home to pick up my children, my mind was engaged in the day…the month…. I wasn’t suffering, just deep in thought and somewhat anxiously melancholy (if that’s possible).

I decide to drive into town before picking up my daughter from pre-school since it was a long trip and it’s safer to keep her there…Especially in the fall where the top of the hour is Deer o’clock and the bottom, Elk Thirty. I looked at the clock and thought “okay, four o’clock. That gives me enough time to go and come back…no problem.” Then I get in my car, press the range button to determine how many miles I can go before I run out of gas…figuring I want to get it in Durango because it’s cheaper there than Mancos…. I had 50 miles based on my average fuel economy. Good to go! I had my coffee, my phone and ….obviously left my head up my arse again :(

I get to the Park where my youngest son was and saw nobody….just the lonely field with leaves blowing and …..nothing.

I thought to myself ………………………………….”Oh No!”

I had been following the news of the 6 year old boy abducted from Nevada and  knew that normally the child never gets home….and thought it was happening. My oldest son and I walked around the park, looked everywhere. Went through the nearby school and didn’t know where he would be. Wondering, where would he have gone? How long was he alone? When did his friends leave? Did I just miss the abduction?

My son last month“Stealthy Lizard” sitting in a life sized Jeep at his Dad’s work last month.

Suddenly, I see him sitting on a park bench with his friends getting ready for cake still celebrating the birthday party. Nonchalantly saying “Hi mom.” when I came to him.  Apparently the boys were shooting rockets and landed one on the roof of the adjacent school. The Mom and boys tried to find a way to retrieve it through the school…and we just missed the pack of kids…over and over and over again.

Now…it’s 5:17 and pre-school closes at 5:30. I’m out of gas and 30 miles away. So….pre-school got the “gonna be late” call and I drive get gas……and no money.

So, My oldest and I dug for “silver change” and came up with a $5.00 and voila…..we had enough $ to get home. Not as needy as we looked. Especially since Mom had to turn the car around because she drove up on the wrong side of the pump…..AGAIN!

But this couple….kind hearted and generous….unpretentious and warm…gave me the gas left prepaid that they said “wouldn’t fit” in their tank. The gentleman said, “We all have been there”. And I was stunned, dumfounded, only vaguely hearing myself saying “Thank you so much….” and wanting to start crying. It wasn’t the money I needed-it was the kindness. It made me feel like everything was going to be all right….and that life is just a series of very special moments.

They didn’t know that. They may have just thought that I looked haggared and tired and …stressed and needed the money, maybe? Since I am normally “together” and appear “competent”, I am not a recipient of charity-so I don’t know what they saw. But it felt good to receive the kindness and concern of another person. It taught me something….it meant something…

Maybe that couple will run across this post and contact me so I can pay them back and thank them properly.

Joe Nichols – If Nobody Believed In You

Odd Kat Fact ( and quite possibly Uninteresting) Animas River – Durango Hike and Bike Trail

Maybe you know this, maybe you don’t… (If you do-it’s time for a hobby!):)

Each year, I celebrate October 10th as my Official “Happy Day”. This started in my college days, my Sophomore year to be exact. I lived at an address “1010 Philadelphia Street”, and enjoyed a beautiful fall day sitting on my window sill in the Round Room of “The Castle” (nickname of the aprtment) enjoying the beautiful air of Fall. Good things happened that Fall. Some bad, but inside my soul-good things happened. I learned that “I am” meant exactly that. Sometimes I don’t always exactly know who that is, but know my dreams are alive and unique and….mine.

So…on this October 10th, I find myself very introspective and “at peace”. I hope you are enjoying the same. I’ve been taking some pics.The mountain view is today from my deck, and the river is from a walk I took a few days ago in Durango – on the hike bike patch.I absolutely love the fall!

View from our deck October 10th 2008

How can I help you….to help me?

All of us are born for a reason, but all of us don’t discover why. Success in life has nothing to do with what you gain in life or accomplish for yourself. It’s what you do for others.
-Danny Thomas Teach to Learn - Learn to Teach

I read an interesting and telling post today from one of the forums I monitor. It was very telling of the differences in perceptions about our industry.It made me wonder how many people withhold helping thinking that helping another talent will reduce the success of their own freelance business?

Here is an excerpt of the post:

“It’s a tough market to break into, and I find that most of the other voice talents out there aren’t quick to give advice to new comers like you and me.  Some do and others will just ignore you.  I suppose that’s about par for the course for any professional endeavor though.

I’ve been monitoring this site for a while now and have picked up some pretty good stuff, but like I said, only a few will actually sit down and answer your questions.”

Ironically, one of my favorite blogs to follow had a related topic up for discussion today:

Success Isn’t a Competition: Boosting Others Helps You in the Long Run

Excerpt from the post “By freeing yourself from the bounds of competition, you free yourself to help others, even if they might be competitors. And in doing so, you gain relationships, and those can be amazingly valuable — in terms of having great friends, and maybe gaining something in the long run. Friends, of course, are much, much more than what they might give you (and you shouldn’t make friends because they might give you something), but you can see the point: it certainly doesn’t hurt you to help others. ” (read entire post here)

I would love to hear from you if you need help, or if you have a comment or opinion on the subject.

Here is my somewhat related video. Well, the title is related, but the rest is just plain old cute!