Thursday, November 20, 2014

I've been thinking about weebles. . .

1970's commercial for Weebles

I didn't actually play with these as a kid. I was already a bit older than their target market when they came out, but I do remember the commercials and I did plenty of baby sitting in those years, so I know I must have had weebles in my life.

Honestly, I haven't thought about these toys in many decades, but this morning in speaking with my therapist, I had this image of myself as one of the egg shaped people. It didn't come entirely out of left field; just yesterday, I told someone that life balance was like physical balance--it's not an end point, but a process. That balance is really all about being in a state of controlled falling. That we move in and out of balance all the time, every day. That in struggling to cling to balance, we are more likely to fall. (Yes, this comes from my several decades long career as a physical therapist and it is physiologically accurate.)

So as my therapist and I explored this concept, the most absurd image came to mind. I was hovering over the main terminal in Grand Central Station, and all the people below me were weebles. Weebles in suits with briefcases. Weebles wearing skinny jeans, carrying backpacks, Weebles pushing strollers with little weebles inside. And they were all wobbling. Every single one of them.

And what I realized was that from my perspective, above them all, I could see that they weren't going to fall. They would sway, approach the ground, then come back upright again, over and over.

Then I saw myself as a weeble, in the midst of the station. And as I wobbled, I could see the ground getting closer and closer. It felt so much like I was falling. Like I was going to smash so hard into the floor that I'd never get up again.

But in this scenario, I'm a weeble. And as fast as I approach the ground, it's just a wobble, and eventually, I'll be back upright again.

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down.

Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down.

Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down. 

They.  Don't.  Fall.  Down.

So my message for today is: Embrace your inner weeble.

And does anyone know someone who can draw my 'weebles take Manhattan' scene for me??


  1. I hope you won't take this the wrong way, but your writing is profoundly maturing. I love the freshness of this analogy, Lisa. Keep it up! :-)

    1. Thank you, my friend. My goal is always to become a better writer tomorrow than I am today. :)