Sometimes, it feels like either everything or nothing comes my way. For quite some time, I have had a lot of nothing seeking me out, but I always had this feeling about how, ‘In June, I will know.’ I don’t know where I got the idea and phrase – call it divine inspiration, if you will – but it just came to me one day as an answering thought to my wondering about what my next step in life and work will be. As though in a conversation, when one person responds to another’s question or concern, the thought appeared in my mind.
And so, I have put forth my efforts in what I have been doing, as well as stayed open-minded for what could be next for me. Now, here I am, so close to June, and it looks like I have a whole handful of solid possibilities for what might be next in my life. I hadn’t even realized how close to June it is, when I realized today how crazy it is, that I suddenly have what feels like a hundred opportunities knocking at my door.
Just as I had done earlier in the year, I will persist in pursuing these beautiful ideas and options that have come my way. In doing so, perhaps, in June I will know which one or ones are part of my next semester in life.
If we met a guy like Gaston today, how would we respond?
How would we like to respond?
Think on that for a while.
Here, I will paraphrase a piece of a conversation I had with my mother this evening.
Mom: You are living in a culture that doesn’t see that as normal.
Hannah: And I am simply one of the frontrunners of the movement, actively working to have it be something that is seen as normal.
It was a conversation we had while dancing at the food truck event in a neighborhood. It was casual and fun, and we both chuckled during the conversation. And we both meant what we said. It felt good to state definitely that I am part of a movement. It sounds silly to me now, but the fact that it sounds silly is kind of exactly why I am part of it. And it is not only a powerful statement, but it is fun.
Pictures to come in the future, and hopefully in the very near future. 🙂
I occasionally worry about the possibility of my having kids of my own. And by kids, of course, I mean children, not goats. My brother has goats already. They’re really cute.
Anyway, the main genuine worry that I have regarding my having children of my own, is the concern of what I might name them. I thought my cousin had it crazy enough, when she said that she would like to have a girl, and to name her Jacques, pronounced “Jake”. But I’m over here in the shower tonight, contemplating having twins, a boy and a girl, and naming (and calling) them Penny Lane and Abbey Road (respectively, I think, but I’m not set on that). And then I get all concerned, because I worry that I might actually do that, if I have children of my own to name. Either that, or I’ll not actually give them set names until they’re six months old or something. And, even then, I might still give them absurd names. I could actually see myself doing this to my dear children. Though, perhaps I would give them somewhat ‘standard’ names, so to speak, and then just call them these absurd names I have. That way, I could use multiple absurd names on each child. Having children is absurd enough as it is – at least give me a little bit of fun of my own to have, you know? (And, yes, I do know that I am somewhat totally crazy here.) 🙂
If it didn’t really matter, what sorts of absurd names would you give your child/children? Think about it.
He had stayed home that night, because his program was intense – he had a lot of work to do. He had been invited, but he didn’t go, because he did work instead. His best friend went, though. He wasn’t in such an intense program, and could spare the night off easily enough. Everyone there had thought that the best friend had fallen asleep. Perhaps he had. Eventually, though, the combination of this and that and ecstasy had stopped the best friend’s heart and life. But everyone thought the best friend was asleep.
He had stayed home that night, but his best friend hadn’t.
Contemplating how things could have gone differently, if he had gone to the party that night, now that is one easy way to go crazy.
So, I don’t.
You know how the crescent rolls and biscuits come in a sort of cardboard and tin canister? And you know how you “PEEL HERE” around the middle of the canister to open them up? And you know that sudden POP! that comes at some unknown point in that peeling back/around process? Yeah, I know I’m supposedly a grown-up now, but I am still slightly terrified of that pop. I totally jumped and heard myself yelp today, when it did its little, shocking pop!.
Stracciatella gelato is the grown-up, classy version of a Dairy Queen chocolate-dipped vanilla cone.
Just sayin’. 😛