The Best is Yet to Come!

So the other day, I spied a greeting card that proudly proclaimed, The Best is Yet to Come!  Immediately, and without a doubt, I knew it was talking to me. The rack of greeting cards stood intimate with my mind’s eye. Standing in the Post Office line, I grabbed the card and whipped it open. I couldn’t wait to delight myself with its innards.

The inside quipped a joke aboutPrisonplumbline play flyer2_Nov. 10, 2014 aging. Seriously, It’s fun going downhill! Happy Birthday.

But, I totally missed the funny about getting older (of which, I’m doing, rapidly, every day). Instead, my mind perceived the card’s innards as mentoring—proclaiming to me that from this day on, moving up (in the world) was going to be as easy as rolling downhill. And I also happened to miss the fact that it was a birthday card. Yep, I was riding in my lane, looking for love in all the unconventional places. Damn the world, and life’s little funnies. Prisonplumbline play flyer 1 11.10.14

By the time I got to the register, I had two of the cards in my hand, eager to get a little inspiration for me, and give a little inspiration to a writer-friend. At present, I’ve got sixty writer-friends, all members of the Life Journeys Writers Club, Inc. (and counting)—and then there’s the actors, and the director of The Prison Plumb Line, the Play. They are off-the-hook great and giving, and we’re gettin’ ready to soar—as well as uplift!

Back to the card incident: After a night’s rugged sleep, ’cause I’m always tossing and turning inside new ideas, I reread, and discovered the card’s little joke. But to heck with that (Heck wasn’t my actual word). Prior to, I had decided to frame and mount the card’s message, it’s message to me, on my wall, The Best is Yet to Come!  “And doggone it, that’s what I’m gonna do,” I said…to the TV. The Today Show was on, Hoda Kotb and Kathie Lee, the Fourth Hour. They were saying something about, What’s Your Story. That’s my story: The Best is Yet to Come!  Oh yeah, that’s ALL ME! Is it YOU, too?

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Ode to Ash Wednesday, 2014 — Creating Open Doors and Options…

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Ode to Ash Wednesday, 2014 -- Creating Open Doors and Options...

“God, Make room for my gift. Bring it before great men and women privy to push the mentoring further.” [And Help Us Provide!] Scripture reference: Proverbs 18:16.
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Turning Dreams Tangible

So on Thursday, I asked my ESL Students [English as a Second Language], adult learners (evening classes), a question—after the class watched the first half of the film, Julie & Julia. The question was, “What is it that you like to do? I mean, what is that thing that you’d like to do, and getting paid for it (in any amount, large or small) would only be a bonus?

 Well, first, the answer-attempts came slow then emerged, hesitant.  That’s because first, in one’s head, answers had to be translated out of one’s native language into English. Then the students had to cast down their primal-dream focus, which is to survive a new culture, a new life, and a new language. Apparently, when one has all of that to do there’s little time left for entertaining the career dream or the being-called-to-a-passion dream, and there’s no time to coordinate the corresponding what ifs.

 But in class, I encourage conversation; and so some answers began to cautiously deliver:

“Art”

“Photography”

“Conceptualizing buildings/Engineering” (working the translation was a trial, but worth it)

“Creating themed party favors” (trial, number two)

 While the answers sweetened the air, most of the students still managed to dodge. But I said, “No worries,” because I promised to assault them with the question on next Thursday. They smiled and said they’d show up because they’re polite. They’ll actually show up because of commitment.

But here’s one gentleman’s answer: He said, “I like to take care of my family.” Then he sat back, satisfied and he smiled. His expression said, “I gotcha!”

 I smiled and buzzed, “Annnnnnnt. Wrong answer.”  He laughed. He understood.

 After class, he came up to me and said, “I’ve been in this country a while now, really. But when we first got here, I had to feed my family; provide shelter, protect them – as I have to do now.” He said it with a polite smile supported by a pause and a negative headshake. “There was no time to …” His look finalized. I understood. But next week, I will still present the weighty question again.

 Sadly, that question is a hard one for many, universally. Often, we don’t feel we have the right to such frivolous happiness like feeding a heartfelt passion, a calling or a gift—at least not in the broad daylight where others can see and/or hear.

 Personal Observation: Sometimes maturity sets in and we factually assume (that means out loud in front of witnesses) our right to be happy and fulfilled. I mean, as a day-job perk. And then we may even begin to embark on the tangible journey to make it so using faith, diligence and new direction. However, sometimes, when that light bulb finally shines, we’ve already let decades slither by. Then we tend to get caught up burning a few more prime-time WATTS being pissed off about it. I’m just sayin’.

 So while you’ve got some wattage still left in you (i.e., life), can you answer the question? What is it that you’d like to do (whether or not money is an object to behold)? I mean, really—no pie-in-the-sky, please. Put some real personal, tangible thought into it. Lemmeknow.

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