Janbalaya

A Southern Girl Trying to Make a Difference in Sin City

All of my fellow educators know exactly why this one is hitting way too close to home today.

I am suppressing the urge to throw a huge hissy fit by reminding myself that I cannot control every situation and its outcome, but I can control my attitude and how I deal with it.  Tonight I will look forward to going to bed knowing that when I wake up at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow there will be coffee, sweet nectar of the gods, to get me through the day.

POSSIBLE

pos·si·ble

ˈpäsəb(ə)l/

adjective

1. able to be done; within the power or capacity of someone or something.

synonyms: feasible, practicable, practical, viable, within the bounds/realms of possibility, attainable, achievable, workable; informal doable

Every Saturday in 2015, I will dwell in the possibilities.  This week in possible:

  • Decluttering my work piles
  • Meditating at least thirty minutes daily
  • Starting a “done” list

Today I am longing for a simpler time or place.  Being a responsible adult and pet parent is not always what it is cracked up to be.  David and I made the difficult decision to send our Pekoe to meet her fur siblings (Spenser, Xora, and Kittle) at the Rainbow Bridge earlier today. For those of you who did not know Pekoe, she was batshit crazy.   From the time she reached outside the confines of her cage in a local pet store and grabbed me by the arm, I knew she was going to be around for a while.  No one ever believed us when we told them that you had various psychosis and neurosis, but we knew.  Oh, how we knew, and we loved you to the sky and back again anyway.  In my wildest imagination, I never would have predicted that she would have us as her parents for eighteen years.  Our house will never be the same without her incessant meowing and bad hair days. Goodbye, sweet Pekoe, you lived a long, spoiled life (as all animals should). You will be missed immensely and are loved forever.

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I love the smell of possibility in the morning, especially on New Year’s Day.  Idealism abounds!  365 days, 365 new chances.  For too many years now, I have started things not knowing where they are going and rarely finish them.  I will no longer leave things unfinished, as I know that I will find the words along the way.  I accept my past without regret.  I handle the present with confidence.  I face the future without fear. I choose to dwell in possibility.  Anything can happen.  Some of the best days of my life are still unwritten.

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