Hello Thursday my old friend,
I’ve come to post on you again….
Oookay…..Now that’s out of my head and in to yours I can get on with it.
What would you ask for if a genie granted you three wishes?
Here’s the thing with genies. Their brains don’t function the same as ours do. This makes wishing a dangerous thing. Wishes backfire.
Ever hear the one about the guy who wished he were married to a much younger woman and POOF! The genie made him a hundred years old? That’s what I’m talking about. Wishes should come with legal advice and three pages of terms and conditions, and still there’s no guarantee the genie will get it right.
So I would be cautious and sceptical and out of luck it there’s a time limit. I often wish for hard things I’m going through in my life to be over with, and then hope I won’t get run over by a bus for it to come true. I would like not to worry about stuff, but sometimes worry is a subtle warning, or a gentle push in the right direction. And then there’s happiness. Impossible to appreciate unless you’ve known sadness. Good health and prosperity might be nice but I’d have to explore the loopholes, and hold back my last wish to be able to reverse the first two in case they were disappointing.
See why I never get anything done??
What experiences are most meaningful to you?
Learning experiences. I suppose that encompasses every experience I’ve ever had, although some of them were more enlightening than others. With other people or on your own, there’s worlds to be discovered. Even our dream experiences teach us something. Last night in my sleep I was driving a big cumbersome vehicle with a standard transmission, slowly rolling backwards into pitch black night, pumping the clutch instead of the brake. Finally got my feet untangled and got stopped without hitting anything. I felt relieved and quite confident that I could find first gear and climb back up. But we will never know for sure because the stress of it all woke me up. This week my life has felt like its rolling backwards into oblivion. But it’s probably not. My dream self knows this I guess.
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Well about three bazillion grown ups asked me that question and would not accept “I don’t know” for an answer. So I made shit up. The fact is, I STILL DON’T KNOW.
Complete this sentence: The best day of my life was….
…..staring back at me from the future. The best is yet to come. If you don’t believe that, why are you still here?
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
It is really, really hard for me to be grateful for all the medical attention I’m getting these days because I hate it. The CT scan showed the bothersome inflammation in my neck has increased in size and that means a referral to yet another specialist and more needle biopsies. They seem determined to find something and I live in constant fear that they will. Maybe I’ll ask the genie to make me a hypochondriac so I can get a kick out of all this messing around.
This weekend the northern relatives will be here. Some are going to watch the Oilers play the Coyotes, and the rest of us more sane ones will maybe go to a movie.
This is the weekend we spring ahead an hour, and that means Spring is getting closer. That reminds me, I forgot to stock up on allergy meds today while I was out. So I will simply be grateful for having a reason to go out again in the sunshine tomorrow.
Hope you’re having a fabulous week!