Shakespeare Full Circle

Now, I would hazard a guess, that if most of us really thought about it, we would have found ourselves in a situation where we have tried to look perfectly composed - all the while our cheeks seem to be delivering an entirely different account of proceedings.

Let me describe someone to you, and tell me if they sound familiar...

Today we have a word with a lovely little origin story attached to it...

What do a field full of cattle and a tyrannical Scottish King have in common? At first glance, not much.

Today's word now resides in the brisk little world of resumes; sales pitches; college brochures, and irritating influencers, invading our doomscrolling.

There are some things in life improved by moderation. Sun-bathing, for example. Political and religious certainty - ideally. And of course the use of jalapenos in the omelettes I make for my father on Sunday mornings...

What do a cross-dressing comedy set deep in the forest of Arden, and the wondrous and slightly alarming existence of bioluminescent creatures have in common?

What do an ocularly challenged oracle in a tale of catastrophic paternal prophecy and Uncle William's deliriously disoriented double-trouble farce of mistaken identity have in common?

There are some actions that begin with control, and end somewhere else entirely. A careful step becomes a leap. A leveraged plan becomes a lunge into action — or a Bolestra for all you fencing fans. A perfectly reasonable and grounded intention suddenly finds itself airborne with no clear idea of where it plans to land. That moment when something - an idea, an impulse, an ambition - overshoots its mark and carries us along with it.

There are times when one attempt simply won't do.