I’m not even sure that is a real word.
Part of being on this level ground is looking around at where I might want to go next.
It’s well documented that I’m not a fan of Easter. So the fit hitting the shan this week isn’t so much a surprise as an “OF COURSE!” So when I say that I am reflecting on things, it is only a coincidence that it is Easter season.
I do have my mind on a young man who gave his life. A young man from my hometown who was killed in Afghanistan this week. I never heard his name until this week. In the local paper his mother said he had this quote on his wall:
When I stand before God at the end of my life I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say that I used everything you gave me.
He was 21.
I wonder what I have given.
When my grandma died in January, she did it so well that I was left not even caring if there was an afterlife. She lived a long life, she died in control, and loved. Her death was one that could truly be called “a reward” for a life well lived.
There’s a song I heard over and over when I was Alex’s age:
I am a promise . . . I am a possibility . . . I am a promise with a capital “P” . . . I am a great big bundle of potentiality . . . And I am learnin’ to hear God’s voice . . . And I am tryin’ to make the right choice . . . I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be.
I am a great big bundle of potentiality.
But who gives a fuck?
Potentiality is worthless if it just sits there. The opposite of potential energy is kinetic energy.
I need to be a great big bundle of KINETICITY!
Tomorrow, I have 9 hours in a car alone. I can only be so Kinetic while driving. But lets brainstorm –
If I can do ANYTHING, what should I do?
If I ditched all my excuses, what could I do?
If I did my heart’s dream, what would I do?
You. With the face. I love you.
I’ve been so wrapped up in my own drama and shit that I haven’t realized that my friend is hurting, too.
I have no nice words or condolences, other than “I’m here. Let’s drink wine and cry about shit and accomplish nothing together.”
You can do any damned thing you want. But more than that, it’s your JOB to live up to all of that greatness in you
Good call. *hugs* Motivational and shizz. ;p
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One time you were the answer to my prayer. And I’ll never forget it. Now I am praying for YOU, for your heart that is hurting. i KNOW you’ll be ok. And as long as you continue to being a great mom to Alex, I think you’ll blow the roof off of your potential.
I am a total nerd, and I’ve been reading book after book about Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt. Two great people who did countless amazing things. They kicked potentiality’s arse.
According to all the books, they were kind of crappy parents. They had 5 kids (and a 6th who died as an infant) who all grew up to be hot messes.
Despite all their accomplishments, I can’t help but wonder how much MORE good they would have done if they’d been there for their 5 kids. Maybe Franklin + Eleanor x 5 would’ve equaled amazing amazing achievements beyond our imaginations. I am sure those kids certainly had the “potentiality”.
But anyways, I am writing an entire post as a comment just to tell you…keep rockin’ the Mom gig, baby, and you’ll see your KINECTICITY go krizzazy!
And, I love you. And I have loved reading all this…thanks for sharing the real shizzle.