Not Losing My Head

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs ... you're sort of expected to keep doing it.

There's a word that a friend of mine coined to describe this particular head-keeping attribute. "Ible." (Pronounced with a short I.) As in responsible, sensible, flexible, capable, reliable, and for all I know washable and microwaveable. Ible people can be counted on in a crisis. Ible people stay calm during psychodramas and try to defuse them. Ible people, in short, keep their heads when all around are losing theirs.

I've been called ible. But I'm starting to wonder if I really am. 'Cause, see, I've found out something interesting about myself.
I'm a lot better at being reliable in a crisis than I am at being reliable when nothing in particular is going wrong.
Talk someone down from a wounded rage? Sure. Mediate between two people who Aren't Talking to each other? Absolutely. Shoulder to cry on? Tissues? Tea and sympathy? I'm your girl.
Remember to buy orange juice? Sorry, can't be bothered.

I don't know. Keeping calm in a crisis may be more rare than ordinary everyday reliability, but I'm not entirely sure it's more useful.

More on this later. (Or not.)