It's a Perfect Day to Get Lost Today

So, I received another inspirational text the other day, that I absolutely must share:

"It's a perfect day to get lost today." (Yes, Joanna, it was you)

Sound inspirational? Maybe, maybe not, but in the midst of all the chaos and rain of that day, I wished I could've simply escaped it all...if only by accident.

And coming from a person that gets lost ALOT... unintentionally, that is telling you something. That being lost sometimes means having the opportunity of finding your way back (or not). Of having the possibility of being found.

Making three left turns (instead of two) and ending up in front of the same person that gave you instructions on how to get home in the first place. Losing all sense of direction as soon as you hit your own alley (assuming you had any to begin with).

Then you know.

 You just know,

things can only get better.

Because after you visit a place 40 times, you know in time, you will learn to get there without a GPS.

...In time

In time...

The Symphony of Possibilities

"When I was a kid, if a guy got killed in a western movie I always wondered who got his horse." (George Carlin)

So life has really turned a wheel on me lately. I guess I have become accustomed to a life devoid of motion. Not looking forward to the world beyond. Not wondering what tomorrow will hold.

Not dreaming like a child

Not daring to get my shoes dirty in the sandbox. Not letting my ponytail go during the drive back home after work. Not leaving the ketchup on my lower lip untouched when I know people are indeed watching. Not smiling to a very grumpy lady that rams her cart ON TO my feet in the grocery store.

Not believing I can do it all

But, you see...I have permission to do it all

I have a duty to do it all

Becuase I am invinsible...

With God

I know the quote may sound barbaric to some or gruesome to others. But as children, we don't miss a thing. If one thing goes wrong, there are aleast a million other things waiting to go right. And as of late, I have noticed that spark in me... blow out. That enthusiasm that would keep me up at night, dreaming of my future. The can-do attitude that made me happy. In my own little world, I was a fighter. I was fighting obstacles, circumstances, real-life bullies.

ANYWAY

I am close to getting a promotion. At work. Something I had no time to dream of. No strength to dream of. As soon as I heard the possibility of a promotion, I put it aside and said to myself I would not get my hopes up.

Yet here I am. Awaiting my third interview... with the district manager. Something I would've only dreamt of as a child. Not that it's a great position, but it's definitely improving.

So I am telling you, Marlen;) Please dare to dream. To laugh. To feel the breeze on your face. With your windows down. On a hot day. To find God. To love.