
I’d like to make a shout out to Resilience, one of the Magical Unicorns (because apparently there are non-magical ones?!) of Existence, or MUEs (pronounced moos, of course because of the sound they make), alongside Chaos, Chance and Ethics. When I talk about Resilience, I dont mean the same kind of resilience that life coaches teach and motivational speakers mention in TED Talks. Or bullies in disguise who justify their behaviour by claiming it’s the fault of victim lacking resilience. You know, wankers, gas-lighters, fitness instructors…now that being said, I have little academic knowledge of what constitutes the rest of the world’s version of resilience and can only reflect on my own experiences.
In my life, Resilience has been akin to my high school science teacher: we weren’t fans of eachother but we both had to be there. In fairness, both my science teacher and Resilience seemed to hold a grudging acceptance of me, evidenced by Mrs L occasionally inviting me to perform one of Rowan Atkinson’s stand up routines for the rest of the class and by Resilience inviting me to not give up on existing altogether.
The last few years have indeed been a time where my friend Resilience has had to do a lot of the heavy lifting. Ethics just complicated everything then had a crisis of confidence followed by a nervous breakdown, and Chance and Chaos had both been banished to the naughty corner. Poor Resilience. Performing a decade long solo in a four-piece band. In fairness, prior to that Resilience had things pretty easy. Chaos and Chance ruled the roost and there was simply no time for much else. The other two unicorns had been out to pasture for a good long time enoying the occasional bucket of chaff and a visit from the farrier. Of course Chaos and Chance eventually were doomed to really screw it all up one way or another and they decided to pack that action into what we refer to at work as a compressed timeline. Then, in rode Resilience (can a unicorn RIDE in? I guess if Resilience was in a horse float maybe – but would there need to be a hole drilled into the roof for the horn? Wouldnt a unicorn just fly? Wait, thats a pegasus, I havent thought this through) and got to work. The problem was that Resilience had it too good for too long and was not race ready. He could only put in a little effort before needing to rest and recover and look to return to back paddock for an amble to the water trough. My fitness instructor would suggest Resilience take ‘active recovery’ approach if struggling to keep up with the pace, but apparently MUEs dont work that way.
Despite the inconsistent efforts of Resilience (really, what IS ethics doing?!?!), I seem to have come out the other end. I wouldnt say unscathed, but maybe an acceptable level of scathing. Sufficiently scathed? Chance and Chaos seemed to have matured slightly and I’m sure Ethics will come to the fore one day. But all of this means that Resilience has started seeing other people. Every now and then when I could really rely on a bit of Resilience’s wisdom I find myself calling to no avail. I feel slightly cheated. I know others probably need Resilience as well and we did agree to an open relationship, but surely this is more of a ‘Nanny McPhee’ deal, where if I need Resilience, there Resilience will be. Ugh, I forgot about the whole needing Resilience but not wanting it and wanting it but not needing it. Great cop-out there dude. Someone wanted to transition to retirement early.
I am certain that my MUEs shed particles of their essence as they run through the cosmos and if I run a duster around the house I might gather enough to get me by. I have to say though, as far as fantastical, cosmic entities go, Resilience is bloody hard work! Chance and Chaos dont need me to do a thing! That isnt to say I dont do things to influence their input. I am excellent at pitching the odds unfavourably with my flair for the impulsive and desire for approval with zero consideration of whose approval I’m seeking. Ethics so far has had very little to say about anything and even when Ethics does pipe up, its usually with a contra-indicative and circular argument. But Resilience! FFS! Why, when I am at my absolutely lowest, must you goad me? When I have nothing in the tank mentally, physically, emotionally, you must prod me into action. I have fought you tooth and nail and I just never seem to win. And what do I get for your intrusion into my life? Two happy, healthy children who seem to have developed the second-hand-smoking version of resilience, a permanent job for the first time in over a decade, and half a bachelor’s degree (seriously, I think universities should award half-degrees, I could use the sense of achievement some days). I suppose I should be appreciative of your influence, Resilience, but honestly, I’d rather spend that time at a gym being trained by my high school science teacher while a life coach does a 12 hour TED talk about resilience in the corner.

