Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Here's to hoping....
It is a strange beast, hope. It isn't one thing or another. Tingle or held breath or racing pulse. Sometimes still.
We can shout out hope for something and get a secret wish instead. The heart and head and mind can't seem to catch up. "We'll do lunch..." they promise.
I taught myself not to do it. It was lonesome and fruitless. Wasted time. Better to set my chin and force through life. A quarterback without a touchdown destination. Just run, don't drop the ball. Don't get hit. Don't look back.
Not anymore! Hope here I come! I've recently learned it is a place. A destination. I'm hopping the train today. I'm not even buying a ticket. I'm going hobo style, an adventure for sure.