The possibilities are endless

On Monday morning, new work week, new morning, everything seems possible. There’s a whole new week to complete the cycle again, and better this time. How do we maintain that fresh “Monday attitude”?

Why didn’t I think of this before (and maybe I did — memory is an odd thing)? The answer is simply to tuck the knowledge of what day it is away in a file. Don’t call it a “Monday attitude”; call it a “morning attitude.”

W. Somerset Maugham famously said, “I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at 9 o’clock sharp.” But what if we release 9 o’clock from its deadline? Instead of “inspiration always strikes at 9,” let’s say, “inspiration always strikes.” Would I post more than once a day in my blog? Would I sit down at 7:15 p.m. and bang out a story?

The possibilities are endless. And OMG, what a big idea THAT is — the list of possibilities, the available options, goes on to infinity.

The possibilities are endless! With all due respect to the writer of Ecclesiastes, everything is not meaningless, everything is possible!

Dead ends do not exist. (OK, everyone dies, but only once!) If you’re lost in the woods, you have at least 360 directions you can take to try to find your way back to a path. Yes, some are better than others, but —

Everything is possible.

If one possibility doesn’t work out, try another — the possibilities are endless.

Dance at times like this

I am grateful to live in a world where music is readily available at my fingertips. I can’t imagine a world without music — no, wait, yes I can.

A world without music would be a desolate place with no way to express gratitude for being alive adequately, no way to release the joy inside our hearts, no way to come to terms with the needs for which we have no words.

“I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance,” E.E. Cummings said breathtakingly in a poem.

The world is full of voices screaming, “How can you dance at a time like this?” while I am desperately listening and trying to learn how to sing in this darkness.

Numbers game

I have forgotten to check the Powerball numbers from Monday night, so I have not yet confirmed that once again I am not a multi-millionaire. I wonder which would be healthier: to imagine what I would do with all that money, or to imagine what it would take for me to become a multi-millionaire the old-fashioned way, by earning it without the benefit of insane luck?

Well, let’s imagine I picked the magic numbers. I would tithe the money, of course, pay off my debts, and pay cash from now on. In other words, I’d live the way I’m trying to live now, only on a grander scale.

OK, let’s check those numbers.

OMG!

OMG! OMG! OMG!

Yep, I didn’t win. Well, that was fun. On with life.